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[aid] => mick
[title] => Your Turn
[time] => 2004-11-23 00:10:12
[hometext] => i just decidied to write this tonight. please comment on this poem.
[bodytext] => i take the blade with hate in my vains i've tried so hard, for so long, to deal with this pain the pain of knowing that i can never hold you close at night so with the anger i feel, and the blade of steel, this is the end of my will to fight i fought to show you that i am a different man i fought to finally take your hand but with my bad fortune, you told me you can't as we part, tears form in my eyes, and i take the long way home you rejecting my love feels like someone has butchered my soul i get to my room, with tears falling i can hear my wrists and knife calling they call to me, telling me to deal with this pain to deal with this pain in the best way "the best way," i say in my head after a long moment, i know the meaning of what the voices said the best way to deal with this pain is to die from cutting the vain so i sit in my chair, and pick up the sharpest blade i ask god for forgiveness as i commit my worst sin i fall to the floor, my wrists leaking, and my face with a grin with my final breath, i pray aloud into the night "heavenly father, forgive me of my sins, forgive me for destroying my own life" though i feel i'm no longer heard by god as my sight begins to blur, my pain is finally gone you try to call, but get the machine for some reason, you hurry over, to find the gruesome scene blood on the floor, a knife in my hand, but no life in my skin what a terrible sight it is to see a dead friend but you gave me the pain i had felt for so long the pain that became my savior when you were gone you stand by my grave, by the side of my family, crying my mother turns to you, to say "it's all your fault for him dying..." "he loved you so much, why couldn't you see..." "he would've done anything just to make you happy..." "but you turne him down, and now he's dead..." "i hope you're happy for what you did and said...." the day finally fades, and night fills the sky you see my face when you turn out the light i speak to you with a subtle voice, though i should scream i tell you that i love you even for the pain you caused me i fade away into the darkness, and you begin to cry hopefully, tonight will be your turn to die [comments] => 5 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 36 [informant] => lonely_boy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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