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Behind Closed Doors
Contributed by
xemptydecemberx
on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 06:17:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Its the end, and you can't save me today
Because Im not living tomorrow, and I cannot stay
I've fallen apart and shattered to the floor
These pieces are to broken to mend anymore
No glue is strong enough to make this okay
To assure that I'll make it through another day.
So Im giving up, and I thought you should know
That Im slicing these wrists up ever so slow
Watching the blood trickle to the floor
With a chair up against the broken down door
Missing it's hinges from being kicked in
During the fight that I'm finally letting you win
Because Im going slowly and you don't care
Miss me? You don't, you wouldn't dare
So behind closed doors I bleed on the floor
Closing these eyes to feel no more.
Copyright ©
xemptydecemberx
... [
2004-10-07 06:17:22]
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Re: Behind Closed Doors
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by Remy on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 10:30:16 AM AEST
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chances are that the door would be busted down and the suicide would fail... but maybe that's already been considered. in any case, feeling no more? baaaad. ;0)
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Re: Behind Closed Doors
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by Hoots on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 12:19:28 PM AEST
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Pretty good write.
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Re: Behind Closed Doors
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by Catalina on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 03:36:14 PM AEST
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| I assume there is an immense pain that prompted this poetry. I hope they are only words with no actions intended... For this too shall pass, & from this you will grow... There will be better times to be had... |
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