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Array ( [sid] => 49216 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little Miss Suicide [time] => 2004-05-26 14:26:42 [hometext] => I'm looking for other poets to progress on this with me. Here's my addition. Can you add to it? Are you good at suicide poetry? This'll be a group write :) [bodytext] => Oh; what a shame
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left to cry on
thing's will never be the same

Things could not get worse
No way to shift the curse
Now you're drowning in selfpitty
You've fallen in head first

Only one thing left to do
It all makes sense to you
Thing's don't matter now
Your life will soon be through



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Little Miss Suicide

Contributed by Another_Dimension on Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 02:26:42 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Oh; what a shame
There's no one left to blame
There's no one left to cry on
thing's will never be the same

Things could not get worse
No way to shift the curse
Now you're drowning in selfpitty
You've fallen in head first

Only one thing left to do
It all makes sense to you
Thing's don't matter now
Your life will soon be through







Copyright © Another_Dimension ... [ 2004-05-26 14:26:42]
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Re: Little Miss Suicide (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 03:11:08 PM AEST
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If it were any other type of poem, well almost any other type I would help you but not this. There is no friendship when you are dead.


Re: Little Miss Suicide (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 03:39:34 PM AEST
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what the heck.... rhythm is important.Feel music in your words, and this suicidal poem may pick up in beat. 0:-)

Pounding your head upon the stone,
Your left to feel so alone.
What will happen when I depart.
No longer can I reach the phone.

No one hears my cries in vain.
Left to myself I feel the pain.
Musing over possibilities.
Now I know I am not sane.

~~~angel~~~always...godspeed...joni




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