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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cold
[time] => 2014-04-02 06:48:51
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[bodytext] => It feels cold to the touch... hauntingly cold. Just as shadows slowly unfold my tears flow freely God, I can't take the pain What am I doing? I must be insane. It feels cold to the touch... the gun laying there. The pain cuts through me It cuts like a knife no one should bear this turmoil and strife. Are the bullets in... Ah, yes I can see. They will end all horror inside of me. The heartaches of my life... I can't take anymore. Me and my gun, we sit here on the floor. Blackness surrounds me like a dark cloud, the silence around me, it's so loud, I have no one to love me, no one to care, Piercing loneliness is always there. No one will miss me as I lay in my grave, nothing to value, nothing to save. God, please forgive me for this is a sin, but I can't fight all of the demons within. Here in the darkness, I feel so alone, Stark pain inside of me, my will is gone. Hauntingly cold like the ice inside of me. I lift my gun so slowly I point to my heart and tears pour down like rain; If I pull the trigger, there's no more pain. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 72 [informant] => mistee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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