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[aid] => mick
[title] => Faces of Suicide
[time] => 2007-08-14 16:42:59
[hometext] => I could of put this under dark. As a nurse I have seen suicide attempts. As a human in pain, some times we have thoughts. These are just thoughts.
[bodytext] =>  Contemplating the methods in which I could kill you. Damn it would be so easy to end your misery. This murder would be legal. The power is all mine. We could take a handful of Xanax and a handful of Klonopin. Mix it all together... Swallow and watch the colors spin and spin and then..... forever sleep. We could take you to the old red barn. The sacred one that stands on the farm. Many rooms downstairs; Hayloft up top. Ropes hanging there... Just waiting for your body to drop. Stack up the bales. Climb up high. Grab the thick hemp necklace Place around the neck Jump free and kick... and kick... and die. How about this one? You'll need the garden hose and the duct tape. You get my drift all ready? A little carbon monoxide put you right to sleep, my sweet. Stick the hose in the tale pipe duct tape it really well... Feed the green snake into your window. Start the engine. Deeply inhale. Your asleep before the nares start to drip blood. Thank goodness you can't smell that horrid odor of gas and death Now the next method is quick but a bit more gruesome. To hell with the radial artery. Want to slit something? Let's go for the gusto. You'll be down in two minutes, three tops. Jugular vein and the Carotid Artery... Major vessels to and from your brain Secret is turning your head to the side... Find the place where you feel your heart beat. Your pulse deeply throbs... That's the spot ....now slice deeply. Not too deep or you'll hit your trachea. Drown in your own blood. Not quite as nice as just watching the blood drip...and drip. How about a gun to the head? Hell no that won't do. Be our luck we'd only tear up a little gray matter... Make too small of a splatter. We could stay with Him let Him kill us slowly.. With our memories and pain. All this stress.. bound to cause a myocardial infarction or cerebral accident... Death by broken heart That seems the most tortuous suicide of all.... 8/13/07 Laura Howell Horner Author's Note: I suppose I added a bit of sarcasm to this piece. In no way do I find suicide or attempts of suicide funny. It is a serious subject. As a nurse, I saw many patients both alive and deceased from suicide or attempts there of. As a human being with strife, I have challenged my own existence. Life can get us down, but damn, always, always look for the light and reach out to someone....anyone. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deadheadpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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