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The Death Noose

Contributed by HedderMarie on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 09:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I miss feeling that noose around my neck,
To me these times were my best,
My life has had enough,
I'm constantly the diamond in the rough.
I hate feeling like the black sheep,
And the one that doesn't belong,
Constant altercations,
Which in the end make me wrong.
Tired of being hated for who I am,
I wish the noose would get tighter,
My lungs no more to expand.
Tired of trying to keep my feelings in,
My tears constantly feel like a sin,
I feel like a coward to cry,
And through all of the confrontations,
I wish I would have just died.
But it all comes back to the same situation,
Counting down the time,
On whether or not my life I should be erasing.
I cry out to Heaven to save me,
But no one answers my call,
A hang my head in defeat,
Too scared to end it all.
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking,
Six feet is too deep for my head,
So I gain control,
Through my tears I shed.
I know if I tighten that noose and take my last breath,
Peace I will find,
Through my sucidial death.
I'm already drowning in my misery,
The bright lights I can see,
But there too far away,
They'll never come to me.
So I sit here with this neverending desire to end it all,
I forget my thoughts and tighten the noose around my neck,
And feel myself fall.

Heather Marie Hutchins







Copyright © HedderMarie ... [ 2003-10-01 09:35:00]
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Re: The Death Noose (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:12:35 PM AEST
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Wow. That was rather emotional. You did an excellent job of channelling it all out. Great poem.


Re: The Death Noose (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:25:46 PM AEST
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wow!!!! great write!!!




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