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Array ( [sid] => 34551 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fighting Against... [time] => 2004-02-10 21:37:36 [hometext] => I'm in a weird mood, tell me what you think [bodytext] => Shooting, stabbing,
Clawing my way through myself.

Hoping, begging,
Pleading that I can rid myself,
Rid myself from all of this pain.

But something is holding me back,
Something I cannot see...

I've tried everything,
And nothing,
all the same outcome,
But still there is pain...

There's only one thing left for me to do,
I wonder,
What will people think after I die?

Will they cry, or will they shout,
Not cries of pain, but of overwhelming joy?

Will they miss me, or will they not even notice?

I run my hands down,
The stainless steel barrel.
This is the only thing left,
I must rid myself,
I must rid myself of,
Myself...

*BANG*

I drop the gun,
Take an uneven step backwards.
What am I trying to run from?
Not myself,
Not anything...
In fact,
I've never felt,
Never felt so,

Alive...
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Fighting Against...

Contributed by intelectualpoet on Tuesday, 10th February 2004 @ 09:37:36 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Shooting, stabbing,
Clawing my way through myself.

Hoping, begging,
Pleading that I can rid myself,
Rid myself from all of this pain.

But something is holding me back,
Something I cannot see...

I've tried everything,
And nothing,
all the same outcome,
But still there is pain...

There's only one thing left for me to do,
I wonder,
What will people think after I die?

Will they cry, or will they shout,
Not cries of pain, but of overwhelming joy?

Will they miss me, or will they not even notice?

I run my hands down,
The stainless steel barrel.
This is the only thing left,
I must rid myself,
I must rid myself of,
Myself...

*BANG*

I drop the gun,
Take an uneven step backwards.
What am I trying to run from?
Not myself,
Not anything...
In fact,
I've never felt,
Never felt so,

Alive...

Copyright © intelectualpoet ... [ 2004-02-10 21:37:36]
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Re: Fighting Against... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 06:15:35 PM AEST
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In the angst of youthful years we all seem to look for a way out of it. In reality, death ends nothing but a life. That method is just a genesis for the horrible pain of others left behind when one chooses that method. This piece is an example of how sometimes it takes an awful thing to shake us to reality and find we only have fear itself to be afraid of. It is in us; are we strong enough to conquer it? Great write. Rita

Re: Fighting Against... (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 02:45:05 PM AEST
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very deep thinking, but very interesting! good...

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