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Array ( [sid] => 162872 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the verge [time] => 2010-10-22 23:41:09 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The more sips I take the more guts it gives me, to
push this blade alittle harder than before. My skin
is so tough, and so hard to break. I just want to see
that I bleed red just like everyone else. All out of
my pills and thrills, all my friends are dead and gone.
No more schemes and plans to escape the hell I feel.
Noone will ever know the rage that pulses through me.
All my life I never thought it could really get this bad,
someone once told me you get enjoyment from the
drugs, but happieness is something you have to find
with in yourself. I keep searching, still searching for
that so called inner glow. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Daniellemarie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )

the verge

Contributed by Daniellemarie on Friday, 22nd October 2010 @ 11:41:09 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

The more sips I take the more guts it gives me, to
push this blade alittle harder than before. My skin
is so tough, and so hard to break. I just want to see
that I bleed red just like everyone else. All out of
my pills and thrills, all my friends are dead and gone.
No more schemes and plans to escape the hell I feel.
Noone will ever know the rage that pulses through me.
All my life I never thought it could really get this bad,
someone once told me you get enjoyment from the
drugs, but happieness is something you have to find
with in yourself. I keep searching, still searching for
that so called inner glow.

Copyright © Daniellemarie ... [ 2010-10-22 23:41:09]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: the verge (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Saturday, 23rd October 2010 @ 03:42:33 AM AEST
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Feels like a cry of dark despair and lost hope.
Don't give up fighting and hoping, things can change if you want them to.

Steve

Re: the verge (User Rating: 1 )
by duff on Saturday, 23rd October 2010 @ 08:57:18 AM AEST
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A well written but painful read because this hit home for me and reminded me of a time when i was younger going through some strange days. This piece ends in the best way, full of hope. Thanks for sharing this.

take care
duff

Re: the verge (User Rating: 1 )
by Fern on Saturday, 23rd October 2010 @ 12:28:02 PM AEST
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I lost my son when he was 34 years old to heroin. I'll pray for you and hope you find some inner part of yourself that will carry you to victory instead of to the grave. Good luck to you.

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