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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Troubled Mind
[time] => 2010-07-05 06:39:47
[hometext] => A life burdened and a chance to decide the outcome
[bodytext] => He was the comedian who cracked jokes and laughed teachers hated him cause he was honest and dumb but to the teachers hate he was completely numb in the ocean of pain that was his childhood this was his raft cause he had to develop this defense mechanism fast his father left early, and his mom was brokenhearted she would spew hurtful words that created a blast and leave hole in his soul, and a sneaking feeling of being discarded but all that was gone when he entered the classroom here he could make the entire class laugh and get sent to the principles office at the same time where the principle would yell and try to discipline him in front of the staff as if he had commited an act of crime all he wanted was to fill the holes in his soul they didnt see why he constantly fled to the comedian role why he would spend hours looking at a kitchen knife before his mom would come home again they didnt know he counted the pros and cons of ending his life or maybe they did know somewhere deep within and as he thinks back today, he can scream at the clouds endlessly he is obsessed with blame, was it his fathers fault? was it his mothers fault? well ofcourse the parents to some degree but how does he make the pain come to a halt? today he has become even more unstable the knife is right in front on the table a chance to finally decide the outcome a wicked logic to some an obivous solution to him a decision is made on a whim and as the last few bloodrops slide across the floor his eyes closes and a smile dominates his face the relief of burden from him not being anymore now he is finally on to a better place [comments] => 3 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 13 [informant] => zeberdee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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