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Torn
Contributed by
N2Deep
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Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:06:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I slam the door I hate them What the hell do they want from me? The adrenaline pumps so hard Im getting dizzy I cant let out my anger Everything in reach is just out of touch Then I remember, my hope lies in that drawer The walk from here to there seems to take forever The walk of death, like an inmate Suddenly I feel like Im looking through a microscope My vision has been magnified Sounds are muffled I hear my heart and my breathing all around me The silver metal glistens as the sunlight grazes its surface My sacrifice, my salvation Hanging in my hand Breathing heavy in rage They will pay They will learn Only I have the right Searing over my skin the cold metal Making a smooth cut My skin to blade, a bond made by choice I cry in pain and laugh at my victory I win; Only I can hurt me! The red paint flows wildly I feel them leaving me Or am I leaving them? Either way this feeling Im free Laying on my floor I have never been more focused Slipping, dying alone To die and be reborn Or to gain whats rightfully mine You see I control me! Not you ME!!!
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Re: Torn
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:09:44 PM AEST (User
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Very deep, greatly worded
pixie xx |
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Re: Torn
(User Rating: 1 ) by eviegirl on
Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:11:07 PM AEST (User
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an interesting insite. sometimes death can be freedom, but who exactly is it freeing? the one who died, or those left behind? |
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