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[sid] => 30853
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Thoughts of an Idle mind!
[time] => 2004-01-05 22:14:43
[hometext] => What does an idle mind think? This is kind of long. Wrote it after I was divorced from my wife.
[bodytext] => I'll tear my heart out, Before I ever get out, Torn heart full of scars, That never forgets, I tried so hard, To cleanse all my regrets, Broken are my wings, My heart bruised and restrained, My soul stings, My heads tremble with fear, No more sounds can I hear, This life is no longer fun, I should stop staring at this gun, Put the cold steel in my hand, This pain I can no longer stand, The pain is so hard, so painful to bare. I've got the world on my shoulders and the weight of it is not fair. I don't want to die, but do I have a choice? I feel so out of place, I can't even hear my own voice, I can barely feel anything now, I feel so numb, my body shaking, I though my heart was strong, but now I can feel it forever breaking, If I leave right now, would anyone really care? Or would they even notice I am no longer there? Why can't I do it? I can't seem to force myself to pull the trigger.... The gun drops to the ground, I crumple to the floor and start to cry, What is wrong, why can't I let myself die? Why can't I make myself die? I want to die.... Don't i? I wish I could make myself learn, That I am to young to die, But I hurt so much, I doubt I will ever realize, I sit here on the floor alone and continue to cry, My life worth nothing no more, My soul not knowing what is instore, Why should I live another day? Why should I force myself to stay? Why should I continue to breathe this hate filled air? No one else does, so why should I care? Maybe I should go back and get that gun, I can pull the trigger, and it will all be done, My heart cries and I have one hunch, I can not die, I love my children too much, Until the day me and my maker come eye to eye, I can not allow myself to prematurely die.... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 371 [topic] => 48 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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