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[sid] => 11120
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Life's Ticking
[time] => 2003-01-24 09:20:00
[hometext] => kinda long....i hope it holds your attention long enough
[bodytext] => "He's such a quiet boy and he is such a freak"
Thats what everybody around the school thought of me But who would be the one to break the news to mom and dad In the way that I had decided to die "What's that he does? Tell me that again?" Throughout the school the word had spread That I had such an obsession with slicing myself And now I have been verbally abused Well I'll never forget what someone had said to me No I won't forget what they had said to me Life's a ticking and it's ticking Like a clock until the end But when will the end come for you? No one seems to care if I live or die They are all pushing me over the edge Do you want to see me live? Do you want to see me die? Well I'm in this little tiny corner against the wall Have the razor in my hands ready to end this life People now are screaming for my sanity to save my life Too late now, I have only a few breaths left... Well I'll never forget what someone had said to me No I won't forget what they had said to me Life's a ticking and it's ticking Like a clock until the end Now it's finally come for me It's all their faults they couldn't stand me They couldn't push aside the differences and make peace They had to go act all big and start verbally abusing me Well it's all because of them now I hope they understand "He was a quiet boy, but now he's dead" That's what they say about me all the time "Where do you suppose he is right now?" "Singing with the angels or crying with the fallen?" Well I'll never forget what someone had said to me No I won't forget what they had said to me Life's a ticking and it's ticking Like a clock until the end Now it's finally come for me [comments] => 3 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Stalkee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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