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[title] => Talk To God First
[time] => 2005-12-17 06:39:12
[hometext] => If you feel like you can't go on, then read this first. Good things come to those who wait.. please read and comment. ~Justin L.~
[bodytext] => She had such beautiful intensions, But lack of selfrespect. She would give and give to others, But in return, Pain is all she gets. Not knowing her true beauty, Inside and out. She went on living her life, With negative thoughts and doubt. Once again she sets at home, Alone she starts to cry. Not stopping once to think it through, She killed herself lastnight. When I found her this morning, By her side was a note. I opened it up and read it, And this is what she had wrote. "My mind is gone, And there is noone to see. All of this pain, Inside of me. I walk with a smile, Like everthing is fine. But deep down inside, I'm wanting to die. A knife would work, But it would be to slow. Plus I can't take the pain, I am just ready to go. I've tried taking pills, But it's always the same. It just makes me sick, And puts me in pain. Pains no longer the option, That I'm gonna choose. If I want it to be better, My life I'll have to lose. People say they love me, And that they really care for me. But it's all an act, And it's making my heart bleed. I've grown weary, Of the life I'm living in. I'm tired of this heartache, That keeps coming again and again. I'm tired of living a lie, Saying that I'm fine. I can't take anymore, So now it is my time. "She's living in selfpitty" "She's looking for attention." Noone really knows, But I've heard it all mentioned. Selfpitty? No, Attention? Not here. I just want a better life, And I wont find that here. So this is the part, Where I say my goodbyes. And to the ones who really love me, Please don't you cry. You will see that things will be better, After I am gone. And you'll live alot happier, When I'm finaly gone. And To Whom It May Consern? Now you know the truth. The truth is I can't take, Anymore emotional abuse. So goodbye world, I love you all. I can see the light clearly now, I hear the angels call" She took the easy way out, Instead of facing her worries. Now six feet down, In the ground. My friend I had to burry. The moral to my poem, Is to never lose your faith. Because good things will always happen, To those who will wait. So when your times get rough, And you feel like all has come to worse. Just kneel down, And say a prayer. And talk to God first. ~Justin L.~ [comments] => 5 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 19 [informant] => jdawg [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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