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Dying

Contributed by innerbeautyqueen on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 10:10:25 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



this pain is so much greater than imagined
searing through my head though it started in my wrist
i'm getting really cold then getting really hot
i think there used to be a word for that
maybe i phrase
but i don't remember it now
nor do i care...
i wanted out
but this will be over soon

... i hope...

i'm screaming and crying
and my hands are falling from the grasp they just held...
i hurt so much
i want to hold something
i want something to squeeze just so i know that i'm alive
but i suppose that's not very smart of me
i'm going to die

...i'm going to die...

but this is what i wanted
and this pain is nothing compared to what life is...

...was...

i can't feel it now
but if i can't feel it then why am i still thinking...
why can i still see...

...i think i made a mistake...




Copyright © innerbeautyqueen ... [ 2004-06-01 22:10:25]
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Re: Dying (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 12:05:58 AM AEST
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i want something to squeeze just so i know that i'm alive- felt like this line spoke to me because sometimes I think of pain that way,as a reminder that im still here.... another great poem, I really like this one!


Re: Dying (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 07:26:59 AM AEST
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I second the previous commentator - this is a most original suicide poem. I hope it helped you out expressing it like this.
Good luck.


Re: Dying (User Rating: 1 )
by bobbyclay56 on Friday, 21st October 2011 @ 07:13:22 PM AEST
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Very sad little poem tells a hidden story liked it a great deal.




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