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Array ( [sid] => 35356 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My suicide attempt, number 1. [time] => 2004-02-17 20:23:11 [hometext] => this is about my first suicide attempt, and how my friends found out. about everything...... Looking back to that Halloween, I wonder what triggered it. I was actually happy that day, all goth, and eceptted that way. [bodytext] => As we started out on our annual trip,
the night to young, our laughter filled the air.
But when we reached Katie's house, i got on aim, to chew an ex friend out. Thats when i told him about how i felt, about taking my life and ending my hell. My friends where in the other room, so they could have known nothing, i could have been dead by noon.
But something inside me made me tell them,
that something saved my life, after taking that bottle of pills.

But they never knew that night what i did,
not until afterwords, after i found out i lived.
When they where up changing or something,
i popped a bottle of pills and went up to talk.
We stayed up until a quater to 2,
i don't think they noticed i was really tired, and drowsy. They were still watching tv, when i drifted off to sleep.

I had planned to take my life by od,
cuz it was painless, and i'd die peacefully.
But when the next morning arrived, i realized i had not died.

Instead of taking that bottle of mophrine,
I had grabbed Ibprophen and took that instead. I went on normally accussing myself as being stupid, but i didn't attempt cuz they said they would help.

I went to the counslor and they called my parents. (They still don't know about my sucide attempts)
My parents still think there is nothing wrong with me, they never knew what pain had been done to me.

So know after 2 other suicide attempts, i've given it up, i'm just bound to live.
So then i decided to turn to cutting, but now i trying to stop cuz my friends say i shouldn't.

So listen to your friends, help them out while you can, cuz my friends almost found out the hard way, and they never want to lose me again. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 36 [informant] => saddarkgirlreingsthenight [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
My suicide attempt, number 1.

Contributed by saddarkgirlreingsthenight on Tuesday, 17th February 2004 @ 08:23:11 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



As we started out on our annual trip,
the night to young, our laughter filled the air.
But when we reached Katie's house, i got on aim, to chew an ex friend out. Thats when i told him about how i felt, about taking my life and ending my hell. My friends where in the other room, so they could have known nothing, i could have been dead by noon.
But something inside me made me tell them,
that something saved my life, after taking that bottle of pills.

But they never knew that night what i did,
not until afterwords, after i found out i lived.
When they where up changing or something,
i popped a bottle of pills and went up to talk.
We stayed up until a quater to 2,
i don't think they noticed i was really tired, and drowsy. They were still watching tv, when i drifted off to sleep.

I had planned to take my life by od,
cuz it was painless, and i'd die peacefully.
But when the next morning arrived, i realized i had not died.

Instead of taking that bottle of mophrine,
I had grabbed Ibprophen and took that instead. I went on normally accussing myself as being stupid, but i didn't attempt cuz they said they would help.

I went to the counslor and they called my parents. (They still don't know about my sucide attempts)
My parents still think there is nothing wrong with me, they never knew what pain had been done to me.

So know after 2 other suicide attempts, i've given it up, i'm just bound to live.
So then i decided to turn to cutting, but now i trying to stop cuz my friends say i shouldn't.

So listen to your friends, help them out while you can, cuz my friends almost found out the hard way, and they never want to lose me again.




Copyright © saddarkgirlreingsthenight ... [ 2004-02-17 20:23:11]
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Re: My suicide attempt, number 1. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 18th February 2004 @ 01:20:19 AM AEST
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Thank God and for friends!
I don't understand what gothic means.
This is a very good write that will help wake others up.
A very strong testiment to what God can do.
I see God as pure love, from friends etc.
It's really sad that u can't talk openly with your parents.
I'm so happy to hear u r trying to quit cutting.
Living in our day-n-time is tuff but we can light our own candles in our writing to minister to the whole planet with our words. Isn't that so exciting that you've taken the bad and turn it into a masterpeice with healing power. That alone is enuff reason to live for me.
Hang tuff, luv, huggs,
emy
Thanks for sharing.




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