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Slashed Survival
Contributed by
Static_Lullaby
on
Monday, 30th July 2007 @ 05:12:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Have u ever thought of slitting ur wrists to the point of extinction
Cause ur life is a piece of pathetic ***** layin in a trailor park trash bin?
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When i was 14 voices swarmed my thoughts and dreams constantly
Voices of evil, Repeatedly showed witness to me , Haunting me vigerously
Telling me my parents thought of me as not a son but a piece of scum
Saying they are going around tellin people im worthless like a bread crumb
After being told it so many times u start to believe it, even tho its untrue
Depressed and with no sanity left, I sought an escape n' took 1 of the few
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Took a sarated blade to my left wrist and cut the flesh qucikly left to right
Screamed in pain as the blood seeped out down my arm, Day turned to night
The light started diming, My vision started fading, Finally defining my destiny
Agony and pain relinquished thru the sweet melody of the blood driplets
Hand shakey, Mind clear n' bleedin i take a razor to the right wrist slittin it
Flickin my wrist lettin blood spray on the walls paintin an abstract of pain
A picture of the troubles of my life, A picture proven i went from sane..
To a suicidal maniac just wanting life to end...
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Blood slidin down the wall ass i start to feel light headed and noxious
Blessed to soon be dead, Deceased n' stained with sin, Checkmated like chess
My sight turns from colourful to black then my mind shuts down..
Legs become weak as my body thrusts and hammers the solid ground
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Sirens blarin and echoing thru my head, Am i in heaven or hell?
I ask myself these questions over n over until i hear a the sound of a bell
The ding from a automatic door like the ones in humber hospital
Voices ring out "We have a dumbass here" soundin so judgemental
I fight to open my eyes and thru the blurriness make out faces of doctors
Transfering me from the main lobby to a surgeons room where my parents were
My dad looked at me from under his medical outfit with a disappointed stare
I just looked back with a devastated glare, pleaded for him to let me die there
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My vision started to fade again as my eylids were getting heavy..
the morphine was being injected to keep the pain away from me
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I woke up to my family looking over my bed, Wrists covered up tightly
They were all smiling telling me how they missed a smile which shone so brightly
then the voices erupted screaming "No fight it were ur true friends"
But i ignored it cause my family i should defend.
When love was introduced to me the satanic voices went out of trend
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I survived my sadistic days of dreaming of my awaited n morbid suicide
The laws of life i now understand and those laws i well abide
The ones created by our "creator" who does no wrong n loves all
Why did i think they hated me?...From now on my soul will stay in heaven......
To the flames of eternal damnation it shall not fall-----...
Copyright ©
Static_Lullaby
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2007-07-30 17:12:34]
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