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...One Day...

Contributed by WorthlesSanity666 on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 07:48:51 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I can still remember me,
remember how I used to be.
Fun and happy,
smiling and free.
Until depression took hold of me.
Then one day I found a blade.
That day I thought my life was saved.
I couldnt see it as my demise.
My suicide attempt caught me by surprise.
Though my life did not subside,
in my heart I truly died.
Helpless and powerless,
I couldnt guess
how much more I would have to endure.
I couldnt think my life secure.
I will die by suicide! I promised
and in my mind I made a list.
A list of endings
and of longings.
A hundred ways to self-destruct.
My death and ending, miserys product.




Copyright © WorthlesSanity666 ... [ 2005-03-05 19:48:51]
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Re: ...One Day... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th March 2005 @ 02:41:41 AM AEST
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An interesting notion, suicide is.
Life is such a fragile entity, it is as easily taken, as it had once been conceived.
The Past, Present and Future are merely time references. You are, as you were, and will be in the future, living by the same name you were given at birth.
A person is who he/she is by their immediate surroundings, which seem to influence them the most.
You can be happy, just as I can be, yet sometimes we find happiness in sadness, for whatever reason.
I particularly liked the following line:
"That day I thought my life was saved."
It struck me ironic, that you had found a saviour in death.
It is mind snaring, to think and philosophise beyond death and its afterlife.
Thanks for sharing this piece.



Re: ...One Day... (User Rating: 1 )
by AmyLee4Ever on Sunday, 3rd July 2005 @ 07:24:20 PM AEST
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Wow... this is deep. It is an interesting point of view too. great write...
Jodi




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