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[sid] => 19402
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => My Only Wish
[time] => 2003-06-21 17:05:00
[hometext] => (This is one of my older poems. A friend's poem inspired me, so I wrote about a person wanting to be known. The only way to be known is through suicide...Or so they thought).
[bodytext] => Everyone has a day in the spotlight. For some they have one. For others they have many. Me, I haven't had any. Everyone wants to be remembered. They all say the same thing. Go out with a bang. Go without pain. I had found the perfect way; death. Everyone who dies becomes famous. They are remembered and haven't Shamed us. My perfect way. As I hold the revolver, my Hands feel the cool steel. This is my way out, my scars Will heal. A million glorious thoughts pulse Through my mind. All will remember My face. They'll feel sorry they'd Never felt my embrace. I pull the trigger and the blood runs Down the side of my head. My mind is Now clear. I know happiness is within My reach; it is near. I went "out with a bang" or so I thought. Something Was wrong, I could see the red liquid Drops on the wall. I hear a loved one scream And make that emergency phone call. As the sirens fill my ears, my glory fades away. The end is not here, only dread And fears. I'll still be here to see Their tears. My day in the spotlight is now. All will Remember me as the failed suicide. There is no happiness when Satan decides. My scars will not heal, only become worse. I'll spend the rest on my memorable Days forlorn. I can only wish I Had never been born. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 36 [informant] => punkwthn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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