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[aid] => mick
[title] => Over the Edge
[time] => 2004-03-03 18:51:22
[hometext] => I was up at 1 in the morning. I couldn't sleep till I wrote this poem. I couldn't make my mind stop thinking.lol Sorry about the legnth...
[bodytext] => I peer over the edge of the cliff I have climbed. I cannot take life anymore. Silent tears streak my pained face. They flow like sorrowful rivers. I look down at my arms. They have been cut to the bone, but the ones on my black heart are far deeper. Yet I did not die. At least my body didn't. Inside I have been dying slowly, from the moment of birth. Every rejection, each scolding, each insult killed me, bit by bit, until nothing was left but a worthless empty shell. My hopes were crushed by mounting disappointment. My trust was rewarded with constant let downs. I used to be a happy child, until the darkness spread. It devoured me, converting my dreams to dust, love to loss, peace to pain. It's not your fault, mom, you helped me out a lot. Tell my brothers and sisters that they are not to blame. I made this decision on my own, you see, not because of you. The torture is all too much. My shell of a body is going to crack if I continue. Closer to the edge I step, unbearable memories flood my body. My lips are like lead, I do not wish to speak, but I force myself to. "I'm sorry," is all I can manage to mutter. I close my eyes, I lift my foot, & f a l l The wind whips my face, bringing with it all that lay forgotten. My life goes on fast forward, it is so painful to watch. The tears fly behind me. The ground rushes up to meet me, a welcomed sight. Impact. My empty body crashes to the earth. I break, as my spirits had done long before. My body is sprawled in an awkward position, but I do not fell it, for I have been released. my soul soars above all else. Free from all the sadness, suffering, agony. I have been released at last. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 36 [informant] => WorthlesSanity666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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