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[aid] => mick
[title] => If I didn’t cut, then I’d be dead along time gone!
[time] => 2004-09-06 14:15:58
[hometext] => The title speaks for itself. The poem tells nothing but the truth! Please have a read a comment…!
[bodytext] => I smile at the ground. For no reason but I feel down. And no one must see me frown, Because they’ll laugh and force my head to pound! That’s just what they do! Because they love pushing me through. So I act all shiny and brand new! When actually, I’m more than blue! I look at the ceiling, and then make some eye contact. I know that I’m not healing, I’m just feeling more black. All my self-respect is gone, and I won’t get it back, I’m just dieing all along, because life carries a depressing impact! I fall down with emotions, holding my head. I see to many illusions, I just want to be dead! Some days they’re not there, while other days they are! What’s going on here, suddenly I’m cutting open more scars! I’m taking this blade, back to my flesh. Because I can’t heal, and I can’t leave this mess! And in the end, I just get more stressed. I’m hurting real bad! Knowing hope I won’t get…! Because every one around me, is getting on fine. But I’m still seeing images, when I close my eyes! And then there’s the darker images, still fixed into my mind! And then there’s the pain, of the love I’ll leave behind. And then there’s the hate, of using razors not knives, And then there’s the stress, of just simply living my life, And then there’s the truth, inside all my rhymes. Not one part is false, it’s ALL about my life!!! I just want a slot, I can fit into. But I only rot, because I’m feeling so blue. I have a good cover, and I fake it very fell! I keep every one fooled, I don’t let them into hell. I do my best to blow up, when not many is there to see. But often they do, because it come out in unplanned streaks. I don’t mean to lose it, I don’t mean to cut. But if I didn’t cut, I’d have been DEAD along time gone… [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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