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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Seaside Suicide
[time] => 2002-08-29 20:07:33
[hometext] => This was writen whilst sitting on the beach,what better place to write poetry then in front of an ocean.
[bodytext] => Standing on a rock..
into the ocean my necklace I tossed This day is the day a young yet wasted life lost. Watching waves crashing the water hits my feet I close my eyes and think the promise to live.. I can no longer keep. I think back on everything everything good and bad I try to take it all in all moments happy and sad but the bad tends to outwiegh the good just like the hate does the love I tried to think Id pull through and be strong but the life I lived seemed too tough. I now think that I may not go to heaven for all the bad things that ive done I know I havent pleased "God" but im just one of his many sons. They say his perfect but he made a mistake with me he gave me opportunities he gave me doors to chances but no key. There's something that I do know though and something that I feel.. its the hurt inside and the angst deep down that sometimes seems so surreal. Its a gut wrenching feeling to know your trapped within yourself you're your own worst enemy too scared to cry for help. I thought about my family I lost my mum when I was 5 now im 25.. living with everything to hide. What's life when you cant show true feelings? Is it a wasted one? What are you contributing? NOTHING. Sometimes i wished that I could take away other peoples pain I think had that of been the case.. I wouldn't be here today. When someone said that my one good quality was something which by others unseen they took away the one thought that kept me here the one thing that made me,ME. My kids used to be the strength they used to be all i needed to continue but I always said.. I also needed you. I never cried in front nobody I was always too ashamed and although I feel you watching me It doesnt matter because.... Im standing in the rain. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 333 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Demon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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