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[aid] => mick
[title] => Believe Me When I Say I Want to Die
[time] => 2006-05-20 13:46:13
[hometext] => Why doesn't anyone belive me?
[bodytext] => So there’s no outlet to all my pain, but through my wrists and my veins. Let the blood run red and black because I’m not coming back. And I’m the future; even I can’t find my way… So lost on the path everyone wanted me to take. Finding somewhere to be and I’m still the mistake. Always wrong for feeling or not feeling enough. Being told I’m wrong, but being told I’m doing the right thing…no one believes me when I tell the truth. And when I lie, they know I’m lying. So here I stand, giving up and I’m still the martyr in the middle of this whole thing. And I walk a path, alone as always, told I should show more pain. But the pain I feel inside is too great to show its face, because it would just hurt you more to know you were that cause of this pain. Call me cold and a *****. Call me stupid for wanting not to live. And I would leave this all behind for one moment of peace where I wouldn’t have to fight to love one damn thing! Told I should choose someone else…even when I know it would never work out. Why can’t we just be friends to the end? Why can’t you just find someone else? I’ll just leave you all crying because I don’t know where I’m going. You set me on a path and tell me it’s where I need to go, but as soon as I start moving, I’m lost somewhere in the snow. And everyone’s there stoning me as a witch because I believe something different. And my tears are just a lie…when I’m crying you tell me to feel more! What else do I have to give? I’m only fifteen and I already feel my life has been lived. And it’s not going to get better just standing here waiting for me to feel something more than guilty. If I close my eyes all I see is everything wrong with me. When I look outside I want to cry because I don’t even know how to say the word happy. And all I want is to end all this pain until someone just makes it all okay. I’m sick of fighting for everything I am, because no one believes that THIS IS WHO I AM! No one believes that I’m being sincere in the fact that I’m telling the truth! I’m the future, but no one will just tell me which way to go! I’m drowning in my own pathetic life, because I have to fight to even to see the light. And I just feel so alone, everyone telling me to do something more and then everyone is leaving and I have to stay home all alone with all these thoughts. And you wonder why I think of suicide, because I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE for, yeah right. I have so much to live for, when everything in my life is falling a part and no one seems to think I need some more time, put me to work and punish me for my crime, because I don’t feel enough or I don’t have enough time for everyone else in my life besides my stupid boyfriend. And you wonder why I don’t want to live anymore because no one will just believe me when I’m telling the truth. No one believes me anymore. What have I done but everything I could? I did this all out of the good out of my heart. I tried so hard to make it right, I took him back and gave everyone a second chance! And no one can just do that for me….No one can just stay here and spend time with me. It’s always someone else…some other friend that’s more important than me. I gave it all a second chance, but no one believes me. I just want a second chance to make this right again. You wonder why I think of suicide, it’s because no one can give me what I need. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 75 [informant] => MG_Akela22090 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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