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Sheets
Contributed by
acidicblasphemy
on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 11:36:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Memories continuously play
as I sit on my bed.
Everything keeps mocking me
over and over in my head.
I dont want to see it.
I dont want to know.
I just want everything to end.
I only ask to go.
Looking around,
I see the knife.
I begin to contemplate
on whether to take my own life.
The hurt that I go through
each and every day.
The pain that will never
seem to go away.
That seems like enough
to take it all away.
I begin to cry
as I press harder on the blade.
I watch the sheets
as they fade to crimson.
My vision blurs,
its finally the end.
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2004-09-05 11:36:30]
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Re: Sheets
(User Rating: 1 )
by blackholesun on
Friday, 26th November 2004 @ 12:49:30 PM AEST
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| hey i liked this poem im not really sure if thats a compliment,i feel for you its sad to me cuz i feel the same way and i dont know how to deal,i cant really give any advice expt this,it makes me feel better to write how i feel down,but it really makes me feel better knowing im not the only one going through this,its importaint to know someone understands thnx 4 the honest poem!ps lol im in arkansas!from texa |
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