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Array ( [sid] => 24980 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Strong Man Pete [time] => 2003-10-13 17:58:33 [hometext] => Life is precious hold onto yours!!!! [bodytext] => I always looked at you as being the stronger type,
The one to carry everyones troubles,
I always thought you'd out live us all,
I always thought you'd be strong enough,
To live on through out the years.

Now i find you've been looking down,
The barrel of a gun,
Taking depression drugs.

All in all I think you'll find,
That only way too often,
You weren't told,
The side effects and things that could happen.

When you fool around with drugs like this,
The doctor never told you or maybe he did,
That going cold turkey off these drugs,
Will never be exciting.

For once you stop taking them,
Cold turkey like you did,
Your brain goes into spasms,
About life and everything,
Your body knows not how to handle it,
The next thing that you know,
Your deciding no one wants you,
And to them you'll have to show,
Just how little life does mean,
How you think your so unloved,
then you put that bullet in,
That terrifying gun,
As you hold that gun up to your head,
Not a thought is given,
To everyone who will be missing you,
Once you are dead.
So Pete,
How's it feel now,
Looking all around you,
At your wife and kids,
Now you see them crying,
Realizing now how much you meant,
To every single one of them,
And how treasured your life really was,
You thought you'd have the last laugh,
When you squeezed that trigger in your hand.
I guess you realize you were wrong,
And this is really something,
I still don't understand.

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 39 [informant] => chrissylee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

Strong Man Pete

Contributed by chrissylee on Monday, 13th October 2003 @ 05:58:33 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

I always looked at you as being the stronger type,
The one to carry everyones troubles,
I always thought you'd out live us all,
I always thought you'd be strong enough,
To live on through out the years.

Now i find you've been looking down,
The barrel of a gun,
Taking depression drugs.

All in all I think you'll find,
That only way too often,
You weren't told,
The side effects and things that could happen.

When you fool around with drugs like this,
The doctor never told you or maybe he did,
That going cold turkey off these drugs,
Will never be exciting.

For once you stop taking them,
Cold turkey like you did,
Your brain goes into spasms,
About life and everything,
Your body knows not how to handle it,
The next thing that you know,
Your deciding no one wants you,
And to them you'll have to show,
Just how little life does mean,
How you think your so unloved,
then you put that bullet in,
That terrifying gun,
As you hold that gun up to your head,
Not a thought is given,
To everyone who will be missing you,
Once you are dead.
So Pete,
How's it feel now,
Looking all around you,
At your wife and kids,
Now you see them crying,
Realizing now how much you meant,
To every single one of them,
And how treasured your life really was,
You thought you'd have the last laugh,
When you squeezed that trigger in your hand.
I guess you realize you were wrong,
And this is really something,
I still don't understand.

Copyright © chrissylee ... [ 2003-10-13 17:58:33]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Strong Man Pete (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Monday, 13th October 2003 @ 08:52:37 PM AEST
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I don't understand why people are suicidal. I've always thought that commiting mass homicide would be a better ending; get to feel the warm buzz of the electric chair, you know? Anyway, you pulled off this poem in a superb way.

Re: Strong Man Pete (User Rating: 1 )
by Chanti on Monday, 13th October 2003 @ 11:54:20 PM AEST
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Hmm personally I think wed be better off without either :S but to each his own... Beautiful but sad :(

Re: Strong Man Pete (User Rating: 1 )
by EmSal on Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 01:47:40 AM AEST
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This poem was so full of pain. Suicide is a very hard thing to get over. A wonderfully written peom. All the best.

Emma.

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