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[title] => Disheartened Soul
[time] => 2006-06-10 03:56:20
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[bodytext] => I've been told suicide isn't the answer, but I'm afraid it's too late Even though you can't understand, I feel it's my fate I've been told its been selfish, and you care only for yourself As you are now thinking back, and clearing off my shelf I just couldn't take life's unrelenting course And I'm sorry if you've discovered feelings of remorse I may be foolish for choosing what you may call a temporary solution But with careful initiative, the greatest healer on earth could not rid my mind of pollution I'm not asking for forgiveness, there's not much I expect But if I burn in hell because I couldn't wait for God, I guess it's the one thing I can accept I know it makes no sense to turn to pain for eternity instead of life on earth However now that I think back, I was condemned since birth I didn't want to go on knowing how impossible was my dream So my nightmare turned real as my soul tore at the seams Truely I am rueful for the devastation I've caused I never meant to hurt anyone as my blacked heart gives a redundant applause I say to myself, well done that I've found an answer I knew intentially was not right I just gave in to misery without even putting up a fight You are troubled with confusion that I've sentenced myself to death Why I think I'd escape with the notion of my final breath The reason is even complicated for me to comprehend But grief weighed me down to my knees with it all coming to an end I wrote the last chapter, sentence, phrase, and then word After my struggle of disguising what I would not let be heard I looked to God to see if he would be the one to take me away And relentlessly he told me I was undeserving of my request, and my other option would leave me to pay My decision was tough, yet obliviously made As my body went numb, and the world started to fade Me, the clever girl who was once defined as a source of relief Destined to find content by misery that changed the meaning of hope to disbelief And has also proven the unforeseen preference of what you'd never imagine And let's you now conclude your own ending as I lay there stiff, cold, and saddened I have mislead what your eyes now see when I appear to be at rest It's hard to admit the tragic sin compelled was not for the best Seems I have succumbed to what most may fear Then I left unprevailing with a trickeling tear Memory is the only distinction of where the truth used to stand With my arms folded over, and a rose placed in my hands At this point in time I'm indecisive if I have regret Sentiment of the realization many will not forget The heartwrenching ghost starts to set in as you whitness a casket filled of remains Melancholy spirits renoucned a prayer while watching,crying; in despair and disdain The hole has been dug, next lowered six feet in my grave All executions carried out, no more paths left to pave The worst predicament I have stolen was something everyone thought they knew Turning the page to find only a blank, the finality is through Time passes by; aside the inscribed letters of my name There you set flowers, wishing it was all only a game The cold, icy wind suddenly blows And sings a sad song for friends and for woes They treasure what's most valued in their hearts locked tight with a key Their minds filled with wonder if my essence will one day be free. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 39 [informant] => lostsubconscience [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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