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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => sweet dreams boyfriend suicide
[time] => 2003-08-15 23:05:00
[hometext] => havent written a poem for awhile so heres one that i wrote out of getting inspiration from the song stacies mom by fountains of wayne. its about a girl that gets a call in the middle of the night about her boyfriend killing himself.
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[bodytext] => In the middle of the night, It was hard to see. The phone rang out, Asking for me. I picked up the phone and asked hello, My boyfriend Jake was on the telephone. He was quiet so I asked what was going on. He told me life was to long. I couldn’t understand what he was talking about, So I just sat there and started to pout. I was suddenly scared for his life, Was he going to try and end his strife? He told me he loved me, and no longer could he take it. That life for him wasn’t worth it. He didn’t want to wake up anymore, He felt as if his whole body was always sore. I couldn’t believe him, I couldn’t picture it. How could he just let go and quit? I sat up in bed and stared. At the four walks closing in, and me being scared. Oh Jake, how can you do this to me. You just can’t let it be. I asked him when and how, And he told me right now. My heart stopped beating. Everything. Defeating. My eyes started to water, He was going to commit self slaughter! I couldn’t breathe, It was like my blood started to seethe My vision blurred. Everything was so absurd. Baby, why can’t you see? That I need you, I need you to be with me. My head wouldn’t stop spinning around, Why couldn’t he just put that gun down? He told me sweet dreams, That everything would turn out what it seems. He can’t handle the pain. It was driving him insane. There was nothing I could do. He was to hard to go to. But I had to try, I didn’t want him to die. I told him to not do anything, I would hold on to him and cling, Beg for him not to go, I told him there are other ways though. He told me that there was no other way, That before the night turned into day, He would be asleep forever in sweet dreams, As everything in his life would seem. I told him to stay there, That in a minute I’ll be there. He didn’t say a word, I looked at the calendar. March the 3rd. Shaking my head I got into the car, My whole body wouldn’t stop shaking and I looked up at a star. I wished upon it for Jake to be protected, Why do I feel so rejected? As soon as I got there, Everything was quiet and I didn’t care. Jake was sitting in the chair, With a gun to head hair. He looked at me and smiled. He looked like an innocent child. “I'm sorry” he whispered like the dead. As I looked at him and said: “don’t do this please?” I asked falling to my knees. My hands praying, My eyes begging. Sweet dreams, this is my boyfriend’s suicide. This early morning, he cocked the gun, and I cried. There was nothing I could do to stop him, Nothing I could do to prove to him, That he shouldn’t die and leave me, Because nothing could make him see. I love you he whispered once more. He pulled the trigger. And fell to the floor. Silence fell into the night. And I screamed through the night. Sweet dreams, my boyfriend’s suicide Blood started to run, pour, and dried. The sun rose up into the mist, He never gave me a farewell kiss. I loved him so, How could he go? Leave me behind, Destroying my mind. It seems life has slowed to a pause. When I watched this all happen and asked for the cause. Slow motion it played, All that time I had prayed. Sweet dreams my boyfriend’s suicide. Hold your tears, wide eyed. I grabbed the gun and closed my eyes, Wiping away the silent cried. I cocked the trigger and said good night. I couldn’t live without Jake in my site. Farwell to the world I said good bye, As I pulled the trigger and began to die. Me and Jake were together again, Our new life was about to begin. Together we pulled in for a kiss, And together we died with the sun in our mist. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 48 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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