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Array ( [sid] => 38927 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Suicide [time] => 2004-03-16 19:06:00 [hometext] => I am really looking 4 comments on my poems...pleez [bodytext] =>
not a click...
not a bang...
not a thud...
that is not the way i would do it at all
that's just a mess
if i were to do it
i would not cause more pain
i wish i were less selfish
or maybe even more
but i am only half
i love the thoughts
the relief
the selfishness
to end my own pain
to grossly throw it onto others
No!
that is not the way
it must be peaceful
there can be no mess
as i crawl into bed for my final rest
i swallow them all
not even one shall fall
cuz there's no chance in hell
that i will be alive anymore
i drop the empty bottles
i pull the covers up over my head
i shall never see the faces of those i have hurt
i just hope that they know
that i took the chance
it could have been gruesome
a scene full of blood
that is more likely
to keep things from being undone
but i took the pills
to be kind to you
and when you do find me
it will be clean as can be
as if i just never woke up
on that glorious day
im sorry i made you cry
im sorry i needed to leave
u did all u could for me
i could not ask for more
i dont ask your forgiveness
but please
just cry a short while
remember before
when we were all happy
and then forget
Forget about me and my life
move on and be happy
i did this for you too
my life had been over so long ago
yet u all kept pulling
and i was just dragging u in
but now u r free
do not pull anymore
as i climb into bed
no pills in the bottle
i wish you sweet dreams and goodnight
This...this was my suicide
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My Suicide

Contributed by emptythoughts on Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 07:06:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide




not a click...
not a bang...
not a thud...
that is not the way i would do it at all
that's just a mess
if i were to do it
i would not cause more pain
i wish i were less selfish
or maybe even more
but i am only half
i love the thoughts
the relief
the selfishness
to end my own pain
to grossly throw it onto others
No!
that is not the way
it must be peaceful
there can be no mess
as i crawl into bed for my final rest
i swallow them all
not even one shall fall
cuz there's no chance in hell
that i will be alive anymore
i drop the empty bottles
i pull the covers up over my head
i shall never see the faces of those i have hurt
i just hope that they know
that i took the chance
it could have been gruesome
a scene full of blood
that is more likely
to keep things from being undone
but i took the pills
to be kind to you
and when you do find me
it will be clean as can be
as if i just never woke up
on that glorious day
im sorry i made you cry
im sorry i needed to leave
u did all u could for me
i could not ask for more
i dont ask your forgiveness
but please
just cry a short while
remember before
when we were all happy
and then forget
Forget about me and my life
move on and be happy
i did this for you too
my life had been over so long ago
yet u all kept pulling
and i was just dragging u in
but now u r free
do not pull anymore
as i climb into bed
no pills in the bottle
i wish you sweet dreams and goodnight
This...this was my suicide




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Re: My Suicide (User Rating: 1 )
by kidpoet_213 on Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 07:31:02 PM AEST
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This is the COLD REALITY... SUICIDE...
Y?
~Donna~


Re: My Suicide (User Rating: 1 )
by markie on Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 08:42:44 PM AEST
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Pills isn't really clean. In the depth of your sleep you lose control of bowel function as well as bladder, just as hen you have a grand mal seizure. sorry to end the illusion. I've been there so I know..it was humiliating for everyone; and the topper was I didn't die. Death is easy, Life is hard. All pills usually do is cause brain damage. Now an overdose of heroin...that's the way to go....But still, so much to live for if you can get through the bumps.


Re: My Suicide (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 02:26:50 AM AEST
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No offense but suicide has been done too many times. You gots to be orginal.


Re: My Suicide (User Rating: 1 )
by STRaNGe_LiNDSeY on Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 03:48:51 PM AEST
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i think you did a very good job on this poem... thank you for sharing




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