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Array ( [sid] => 54281 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => {{in my place}} [time] => 2004-06-30 16:20:50 [hometext] => going...going....going.............gone pyscho [bodytext] => do you ever think of a place
where you can be safe
i do
its in my mind but
not my head
its my world where
everything is mine
and when im there
i cant hear my mother screaming and
i cant feel my brothers beatings and
my past never happened cuz
in my place
i was born yesterday
i am not controlled
by any staff
by any bail
by anyone
not even myself
how do i get there
its quite the bloody risk
i slit my wrists and
watch my blood drip
hold my breath and
dont exhale
close my eyes and
look for the arrows that
scar my viens
my best friend is
a small piece of metal that
runs away with me when
i want to
not when i have to and
when i run im going
nowhere but
when i see that red line burst
im now here
in my place
now im safe
from myself [comments] => 5 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 59 [informant] => i_have_no_name [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )

{{in my place}}

Contributed by i_have_no_name on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 04:20:50 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

do you ever think of a place
where you can be safe
i do
its in my mind but
not my head
its my world where
everything is mine
and when im there
i cant hear my mother screaming and
i cant feel my brothers beatings and
my past never happened cuz
in my place
i was born yesterday
i am not controlled
by any staff
by any bail
by anyone
not even myself
how do i get there
its quite the bloody risk
i slit my wrists and
watch my blood drip
hold my breath and
dont exhale
close my eyes and
look for the arrows that
scar my viens
my best friend is
a small piece of metal that
runs away with me when
i want to
not when i have to and
when i run im going
nowhere but
when i see that red line burst
im now here
in my place
now im safe
from myself

Copyright © i_have_no_name ... [ 2004-06-30 16:20:50]
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Re: {{in my place}} (User Rating: 1 )
by apollo on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 05:12:58 PM AEST
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cutting your wrists makes life better? it may temporarily but honestly its going to end up being worse. just like drugs. although i dont listen to my own words, i do know that to be truth. take care of yourself, i dont want you to cut yourself all up and then have to live with it the rest of your life. just be safe and try and have a fun life. i know its tough. believe me...........

brandon

Re: {{in my place}} (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 08:09:22 PM AEST
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i love the effect of this poem, its breathless and quick, and paniced. i also agree with the advice of brandon. i hope u can feel better

Re: {{in my place}} (User Rating: 1 )
by ArdRi79 on Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 11:43:26 AM AEST
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A deep poem, somepeople never escape the torture even years after it ended and take their own lives, but people go through their lives only caring about themselves so it will never end...ah well I like this alot because it gives form to those things, well written thanks for sharing.

Re: {{in my place}} (User Rating: 1 )
by CrimsonTears on Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 08:41:45 PM AEST
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I know how you feel...great job expressing it...wonderful poem..great job

Lots of Love
CrimsonTears

Re: {{in my place}} (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Wednesday, 29th September 2004 @ 10:11:16 AM AEST
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Now this was fantastic

10 out of 5

simply amazing
thats all that can be said

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