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I now have the courage to end my life.
I now have found the tool to end this strife.
Yes, call me a coward for my life I cannot save.
But one thing I do know, I’ll find ecstasy in my grave.

Fate’s relentless obstacles, I can withstand.
Poverty, grief, hunger, and all of sorrow’s grand.
I close my eyes and welcome for the peace to arrive,
Daddy’s hatred is the one thing I cannot survive…

Sharp and blood drawn, the point pierces my skin.
Straight into my heart is where this blade will be in.

Come close to my heart and end this aching.
Tare into my flesh and stop this breaking.
Come give my soul a kiss of your icy blade,
Smother this one pain I cannot evade.

Live inside me and draw out my life.
Dance within me, oh sweet lovely knife.
I crave for your pure and blinding pain,
Deliver me anything to drive out this never ending rain.

Sharp and blood drawn, this point pierces my skin.
Straight into my heart is where this blade is now in.

Flashes of your anger now fades away,
Just like how your love did on that ***** up day.
You drove me to seclusion from ignoring I even exist.
You drove me into insanity from your hate I just can’t resist.

The air around me grows heavy and thick,
As I feel my life drip away so suddenly quick.
All the tears, the heartache, the pain, and ever more,
All my rage and sorrow are now spilt upon the floor.

Sharp and blood drawn, the point has pierced my skin.
...Killing my soul and heartache from the chasm within...

~*~ [comments] => 6 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Rage [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Sharp and Blood Drawn

Contributed by Rage on Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 03:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

~*~

I now have the courage to end my life.
I now have found the tool to end this strife.
Yes, call me a coward for my life I cannot save.
But one thing I do know, I’ll find ecstasy in my grave.

Fate’s relentless obstacles, I can withstand.
Poverty, grief, hunger, and all of sorrow’s grand.
I close my eyes and welcome for the peace to arrive,
Daddy’s hatred is the one thing I cannot survive…

Sharp and blood drawn, the point pierces my skin.
Straight into my heart is where this blade will be in.

Come close to my heart and end this aching.
Tare into my flesh and stop this breaking.
Come give my soul a kiss of your icy blade,
Smother this one pain I cannot evade.

Live inside me and draw out my life.
Dance within me, oh sweet lovely knife.
I crave for your pure and blinding pain,
Deliver me anything to drive out this never ending rain.

Sharp and blood drawn, this point pierces my skin.
Straight into my heart is where this blade is now in.

Flashes of your anger now fades away,
Just like how your love did on that ***** up day.
You drove me to seclusion from ignoring I even exist.
You drove me into insanity from your hate I just can’t resist.

The air around me grows heavy and thick,
As I feel my life drip away so suddenly quick.
All the tears, the heartache, the pain, and ever more,
All my rage and sorrow are now spilt upon the floor.

Sharp and blood drawn, the point has pierced my skin.
...Killing my soul and heartache from the chasm within...

~*~

Copyright Â© Rage ... [ 2003-09-02 03:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Sharp and Blood Drawn (User Rating: 1 )
by faffeee on Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 10:41:37 AM AEST
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ok rage i know i dont know you or your problems and i dont wanna be all cliched cos if you're gonna kill yourself you'll do it eventually and no one can stop you, but all im gonna say is stop and think about the people on earth who'll miss you, think about the kind of pain you'll cause them - i once considered suicide but then realised that although the pain would leave me forever once i was dead, that pain would live on in my friends and family and that wasnt something i wanted to do to them. there must be friends, even if its only one person, or a family member, there will be people that would never recover from you taking your own life. and on top of that, although of course it doesnt feel like it, things could start to get better. that will take a lot of pain and time and patience, but things do start to get better, in the end. good luck with staying alive - its the hardest battle we have to fight, but it will be worth it. xxx

Re: Sharp and Blood Drawn (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 12:56:38 PM AEST
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the flow of this is really great....you chose your words well....great job....

Re: Sharp and Blood Drawn (User Rating: 1 )
by afraid_of_fear on Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 03:24:30 PM AEST
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this is so sad... but beautifully written...
x_x_x

Re: Sharp and Blood Drawn (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Tuesday, 2nd September 2003 @ 06:26:28 PM AEST
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Well written poem of pain and torment ... take care ... Jan

Re: Sharp and Blood Drawn (User Rating: 1 )
by Clown_Prince on Wednesday, 3rd September 2003 @ 12:56:10 AM AEST
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Wow. Well, I must say, there's been plenty of times when I wanted to end my pain, too. Truth be told, I actually have a lot of problems with my dad, too, but... I dunno. Just hang in there, Grace. Don't give in to the temptation of ending your own life. It's just not worth it. I don't think, anyway. Well, anywho, this was a great write.

Re: Sharp and Blood Drawn (User Rating: 1 )
by Twinky on Friday, 5th September 2003 @ 02:38:57 AM AEST
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i cant think of the words to explain how this poem made me feel... all i can say is that it hit me hard becuase i have some serious father problems as well..... i could feel the pain in this poem.... great write!!!!

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