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Untitled
Contributed by
blue_angel
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Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 09:43:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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In my hand I hold the very blade That I will use to take my life away Here I am useless and undefined Thoughts of death swarm in my mind I hold my breath in attempt to stay calm The knife making an imprint in my sweaty palm Shaking so cold as I raise my arm This world itself has done enough harm Glancing one last time at the slits in my wrist Blinded by the reflection of the knife in my fist Closing my eyes to keep in the tears My hands on my head to block out my fears Just one quick motion and it all ends Ill never have to hurt myself ever again Bringing the blade down, piercing my skin Ready to forget all the pain I am in Seeing again the many dark red scars And through my watery eyes it looks like an art Fading are all the memories of old Bleeding is my heart and sore is my soul Unsuspected death, it fools us every time First it was yours, and now it is mine Let you send me an angel so I rest in peace Let me close my eyes and finally sleep My weak knees give out under me My cold body falls oh so slowly And no one is there to hear my final scream And now my death will surely redeem My bloody wrists and bruised hands hit the floor And now, like a dream, Im not alive anymore
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 27th March 2005 @ 10:00:48 PM AEST (User
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I pray to god this is jus writing.
These kindda writes break my heart into.
One never knows on here if it's writing or not but still they break my heart.
I know how it feels to wonna give up 'cause I once felt like death would be a blessing.
the one time I cut my wrist was in 1979. Since then I've been dead many times but my luv for my children and grand children, also my global family here and I thrieve and at 58 I still have a zeal to live
both my parents are deceased and I couldn't put my luved ones thru that by trying to take my own life.
I am most deifnently a walking miracle.
Luv, huggs, faith, hope, joy, peace,
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