Just one day ago Charlee had to go to her Best friend, Sage's Funeral. She was completely heart broken after what had happened. She was so sad that she couldn't take it. Charlee was misunderstood by many. Only one person loved her, and that was Sage. After I found out what Charlee was going through, I wanted to give her a call, and help out. But it was already too late. Charlee committed Suicide. She took her last breath on August 10th, 2020.

Charlee was a writer. She's written so many songs, books, short stories, poems, and quotes. She loved music, art, and so many other things. Not everyone knew what was in her head most of the time. She was an extraordinary young girl.

She always wanted to make a difference. She wanted people to hear about who she was; what she believed in, and who she loved.

I perpared somethings that Charlee wrote, that I thought I should share with you. So, you knew what she was like, and how she thought. 

 

 

 It's harder to live a life that is fake. I find myself needing to say sorry to whom I love, care about, and don't even know. The more pain  we put out in the world, and gave to others, the more the Earth tilt on its side; the more the Earth splits into two pieces; the more people, us, or drifted from each other, and get further from reality. I know I don't know everything in the world, I don't know how to explain it all the others or myself, I don't know about all the words in the dictionary to explain how important someone is in this world. This lawful pain this lawful world oh, this racist world, this sad world, this different world, there are differences between each person. Differences are  a good thing oh, if there is no different we would all be the same. We'd all be black, white, and gray. Without the primary colors, red, yellow, blue oh, there'd be no color in the world oh, there'd be no difference great. there be no love, hope, dreams, wishes, Faith, religion, difference in race, we'd all be the same. We'd all be the same and if we were all the same, life would be boring. Everybody is weird in their own way, everyone has their own way to express themselves, be unique way to  2 distribute them self from others, and to make the world one again. And to bring the world in an upright position, from it’s tilt.

 

Charlee loved photography. She was a photographer herself. This is what she thought about photos:

 

 

Pictures are what happens when time freezes. it's like you're breathing and alive, but you can't move. It's like everything for a second is perfect, or like you're stuck in a bubble daydreaming, trying to make your dreams reality. but once you blank the perfect moment is framed in Beauty and life. Yet you let go back to reality and think that it was just a dream. Until, you open up your eyes, look at the picture, and have those amazing memories imprinted on your life and heart. Do you remember all the happy times with your loved one, that you lost. Instead of being sad, but instead uplifted by his smile. And yet it still feels like you're daydreaming. Why is that?

 

She liked to write songs. Most of her songs, could have always been poems. I have one song that she wrote for her Best Friend, the one that died.

This is to, Sage Nadira Albert.

 

 

 

I’m living in a fucked up paradise.

Don’t know if I can control myself or ruin my life.

 

I’m living in a world of don’t ask why.

These secrets that you keep you can not hide.

 

I’m living for myself.

In no rush to save anyone else.

 

I don’t know when to stop.

Or when to start.

 

All these feelings are giving me a broken heart.

I can’t get over the pain.

I can’t get over the fear.

I can’t get over the change.

I can’t get over the tears.

 

You were my sunflower,

You’d make me happy.

You always knew what to say,

Even when life was crappy.

I can’t over what happened

These voices are screaming’

And clappin’

I keep on gettin’ these mixed emotions

I don’t know if I should be happy

Or I should cry

These feelings inside

They eat me alive

Don’t know what to do

Should I ask Why?

I’m living in a fucked up paradise.

Don’t know if I should run or just hide.

 

I’m living in a world of don’t ask why.

These secrets that we keep will push us far behind.

 

I’m living for myself.

But it’s just too hard.

 

I don’t know where I’m going.

Or where you are.

 

These feelings are giving me a broken heart.

I can’t get over the pain.

I can’t get over the fear.

I can’t get over the love.

I can’t get over the tears.

You were my sunflower,

You’d make me happy.

You always knew what to say,

Even when life was crappy.

These feelings inside

These feelings inside

Unwrap the bubbles

Unpackage these lies

These feeling inside

These feelings inside

Taking all the hope

Wondering were will go

These feelings inside

These feelings inside

I keep on asking

But I don’t know why

Should I Live?

Or should I Die?

 

 

She wrote this on the day that she died. Her sister, found her lying on the floor. She wasn't breathing. This song was sitting right next to her. Her sister thought it was a Suicide note. But then she looked at the back of the paper. And it said, "A Song For Sage."

She loved Sage with all her heart. 

 

I've only known Charlee for two years. Within those two years, I saw her change, a lot. Manly because she believed that nobody cared for her. (Which wasn't true) I payed close attention to Charlee. I noticed that she would always help people out. Whether she liked them or not. And she was extremely protective of her friends. Sometimes when she was sad, and someone else was sad, she'd always help them out when they needed it. But nobody ever noticed Her, besides Sage. All the years Sage spent with Charlee, and all she knew wasn't enough. Sage didn't know that Charlee was extremely sad. She'd fake a smile and a laugh, like it was nothing. But she couldn't fake her feelings. Charlee lived a long, but short life. She lived life to the fullest in every moment of every day. But she didn't live a complete life. SHe had goals and dreeams. She wanted tp accomplish so much in her future. But hopefully at the end of this madness there will be happiness for all the people whom loved Charlee. (Including Sage)