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Array ( [sid] => 104174 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Death Worth Living For [time] => 2005-08-22 17:34:25 [hometext] => This is about the pain that the suicide of a friend brings...it makes you feel as though you were terribly inadequate, and you can't help but wonder how things would've turned out had you'd known how to be the friend they needed you to be. [bodytext] => Bullets never mourn your death
The way your loved ones do --
So why confess to them your pain
When we were there for you?

Why’d you choose a loaded gun
To wave as your white flag?
Why’d we have to see our friend
Collected in a bag?

Your final ride was to the morgue
Your bed, a silver drawer --
What you thought would heal the pain
Just burdened us with more…

You took the wrong road out, my friend,
The day you made that choice --
The day you kissed the loaded gun
And thought we would rejoice.

Now our lives are ripped askew
Our hearts, the weight of lead --
To think we lost you to the thoughts
You locked inside your head…

If only we could turn back time
Perhaps a day or three;
And had the chance to be the friends
You needed us to be…

Then you’d still be standing here
Just like the day before,
But now you’re resting in a box
And sentient nevermore;
Eternal sleep beneath our feet --
A death worth living for. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Freak-of-the-Week [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
A Death Worth Living For

Contributed by Freak-of-the-Week on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 05:34:25 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Bullets never mourn your death
The way your loved ones do --
So why confess to them your pain
When we were there for you?

Why’d you choose a loaded gun
To wave as your white flag?
Why’d we have to see our friend
Collected in a bag?

Your final ride was to the morgue
Your bed, a silver drawer --
What you thought would heal the pain
Just burdened us with more…

You took the wrong road out, my friend,
The day you made that choice --
The day you kissed the loaded gun
And thought we would rejoice.

Now our lives are ripped askew
Our hearts, the weight of lead --
To think we lost you to the thoughts
You locked inside your head…

If only we could turn back time
Perhaps a day or three;
And had the chance to be the friends
You needed us to be…

Then you’d still be standing here
Just like the day before,
But now you’re resting in a box
And sentient nevermore;
Eternal sleep beneath our feet --
A death worth living for.




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Re: A Death Worth Living For (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 06:41:44 PM AEST
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WOW this is amazing i am so sorry that you had to go through this though. Remember though it isnt your fault. Deppression is a scary condition...it makes you mute...so u cant ask for help...and blind and deaf so you cant hear your loved ones trying to help you.


Re: A Death Worth Living For (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 06:56:32 PM AEST
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very sad but good write. Sorry for your lost.


Re: A Death Worth Living For (User Rating: 1 )
by Oceandreamer on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 07:49:01 PM AEST
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It is important to know,that sometimes in life,one can only do so much for someone ,no matter how hard one try.Find the strength within,to know that you have done all you could possibly do, to be the best friend possible,and release the possible guilt and pain.You have done what you could,and now it's important for you not to fall.Stay strong.Take care.


Re: A Death Worth Living For (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 08:08:56 PM AEST
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this brought me to tears so rich in emotion and grief. I know how this feels this hit a nerve, I lost two friends over the past year to suicide long time child hood friends. I have felt exactly as you have expressed. Sometimes hun there is nothing any of us can do to reach them nomatter how hard we have tried. It leaves us with a hole deepo within. Dont blame yourself try to heal ( though its something you never quite get over)

Im here if you ever need to chat to let it out I had to suffer in silence on my last go round that makes it even worse

Michelle


Re: A Death Worth Living For (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 09:40:08 PM AEST
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absolutely PIERCING write....made me stop and think.....great rhyme and oozing with grief and sadness.....

suicide is a scary and unthinkable act.....but please don't think you were the cause....or they took there life because you weren't there.......suicide is an act of underlying depression and many depressed ones' feel alone, even though surrounded by friends and family...please do not blame yourself...

although it is hard for me to say..i have never lost a friend that way...but i do try to empathize...

dear poet...please be strong and I am deeply sorry for your great loss....peace be with you.


Re: A Death Worth Living For (User Rating: 1 )
by shutterfly2004 on Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 10:47:13 PM AEST
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WOW! this was such a great write!!.....sorry that you had to go through this..... Sometimes in life you go through such pain but life keeps going on .... this was a sad poem:(.......... I lost one of my friends in a drunk driver accident on September 4,2005 it was so awful I never thought he would be taken from this life like he got taken.... but what you are going through I understand.




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