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[aid] => mick
[title] => Life Saver.
[time] => 2008-05-14 23:11:46
[hometext] => I’m becoming a member of the British Red Cross and a few months ago there was a duty where a couple of the members saved a guy’s life and after hearing about it, it made me think of all those times I tried to kill myself and how lucky I am to be alive.
[bodytext] => … and after hearing about it, it made me think of all those times I tried to kill myself and how lucky I truly am to have survived... I thought about it some more and even cried over it, thinking of all the other people who are lost to suicide each year when the irony is that I know so many others now that go out there and save lives. Then I cried even more thinking of how it won’t be long before I end up saving someone’s life. It’s just funny how the tables have turned. *I'd appreciate some feed back. Thanks.* Life Saver. All these people sitting alone. Wrapped up in a darkness that they call home. Sorrowful and empty because of their broken lives. Not really wanting to be alive. Some make it – they pull through, But others just don’t. Maybe those lost will try to. Maybe they won’t. Maybe they’ll keeping losing until they finally kill themselves. Maybe things will start working if they stop crying out for help. All these people feeling lonesome, All these people feeling hate. All these people wanting someone, Who understands and can relate. All they people getting nothing, Only falling down in all the confusion, Pain decays humanity, It seeps into wounds like a poison. … he’s lying down making no sound, Making no breaths, He hasn’t got a pulse, He’s is cardiac arrest. CPR’s performed. The chances of him waking are slim. And as other people cut their wrists, The first aiders try to revive him. And all the world is angry, And all those people cry. Probably not even thinking, About how lucky they are to be alive. And they’re desperately trying to save him. To bring him back into the world. The AED is shocking him. The echoes fade into the cold. The panic in people faces, The fear of another brother lost, The crying of the broken, At such a tragic cost. They fight again to save him. With such a shock that he wakes mentally dead. He’s falls into a coma. No mental movement inside his head. The people are so angry. The people are so cold. They don’t know how lucky they are. The man’s family are told… The family are cut to pieces. As he lies intensive care. He wakes up unharmed. Somehow safe and out of the dark. All these people are feeling lonesome, All these people are feeling hate. All these people are wanting someone, Who understands and can relate. And maybe they’ll keeping losing until they give in, And finally kill themselves. And maybe things will start working, If they start believing in themselves. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 48 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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