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pain
Contributed by
Naughtygurl
on
Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 06:40:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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tears falling like silver streams down my cheeks. Scars lay on my wrist, my mind is sore.
people think i'm crazy am I.
Do you know the real me or why i'm deppresed. Could you save me If you tried would you try.
It's to late I won't survive You can't help me now. I'm to far gone . To lost in my emotions
Drowning in my fears, Dreaming of a way out.
My soul is broken do you like it when i'm hurting, You blame it all on me, when I already know its my fault.
Please hold me before I drift away.
My soul is broken Torn apart by your claws of hate. You hate me, why? I love you , but you hurt me.
You make it hard for me to love or trust anyone, I try but i'm not perfect, No one is. But i'm to lost to change.
Let me die Leave me to suffer, don't laugh any more, I love you couldn't you just love me to, and save me...... let me go.
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2004-06-05 18:40:56]
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Re: pain
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by holderofthestone on
Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 07:13:38 PM AEST
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| the pain will often linger long after the happy memories fade away...another good write, very descriptive and well felt. |
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Re: pain
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 09:52:31 PM AEST
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| trust can kill you or set you free; choose your prison wisely. no one can truely know who you are. you can never be too far gone to be saved. |
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Re: pain
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by mountainhigh on
Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 05:13:25 AM AEST
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The knife may come in many a form, and scar a scar so deep, that every breath is pain and misery and woe. Each drag on that cigarette is killing every breath, and suicide is masked so well, within a habbit so vile.
Excellent poem, thank you for sharing.
Chris |
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Re: pain
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by Broken_Skin on
Monday, 7th June 2004 @ 11:08:37 AM AEST
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| Again very good. You find it easy to express how you feel in words, it seems, this may just be mild to what you're actually feeling. You should read 'my suicidal friend' (one of mine) wrote it for someone, i fall in and out of suicidal-ness, things get better, then things change so i get quite confused.. anyway i'm chatting on. peace x |
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