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Array ( [sid] => 43492 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Killed Myself. [time] => 2004-04-16 08:48:14 [hometext] => I Really felt like doing this, But someone just kept on saying 'NO'! [bodytext] => I killed Myself.

Cut myself so I could bleed;
An appalling slash across my chest,
To see the blood writhe upon my clammy skin,
To touch the thickness of the thin red line.

Tasted the blood with my tongue;
Swallowed simultaneously to replenish the loss of blood.
Sharpened the caustic knife,
And raised it high, into the vast darkness above.

Looked one last time,
At the corrugated mirror ahead,
Which held a reflection of both dread and hate,
And the blood-soaked sheets of my bed.

None would pour concern over my death,
Nor would they dare to pay tribute.
For I would be their devil, in a viable suit of flesh & bones,
Seeking retribution, in a world of iniquity.

Heaved the knife down in a flash,
Continuously, again, again, and again,
Till fragments of intestines hung from the tip;
Like cobwebs, lynching from a broken stick.

Elongated numb above the red sheets,
Bowels out, blood shooting in its vicinity;
A butchered animal, a rare feat,
Prolonged in deceit by the beast.

Now approaching death at rapid velocity,
I looked, not at the mirror,
But at my bare guts, bundled on my abdomen like spaghetti! (With sauce of course!)
And thus I died, engrossed in terror.

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I Killed Myself.

Contributed by Thivanka on Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 08:48:14 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

I killed Myself.

Cut myself so I could bleed;
An appalling slash across my chest,
To see the blood writhe upon my clammy skin,
To touch the thickness of the thin red line.

Tasted the blood with my tongue;
Swallowed simultaneously to replenish the loss of blood.
Sharpened the caustic knife,
And raised it high, into the vast darkness above.

Looked one last time,
At the corrugated mirror ahead,
Which held a reflection of both dread and hate,
And the blood-soaked sheets of my bed.

None would pour concern over my death,
Nor would they dare to pay tribute.
For I would be their devil, in a viable suit of flesh & bones,
Seeking retribution, in a world of iniquity.

Heaved the knife down in a flash,
Continuously, again, again, and again,
Till fragments of intestines hung from the tip;
Like cobwebs, lynching from a broken stick.

Elongated numb above the red sheets,
Bowels out, blood shooting in its vicinity;
A butchered animal, a rare feat,
Prolonged in deceit by the beast.

Now approaching death at rapid velocity,
I looked, not at the mirror,
But at my bare guts, bundled on my abdomen like spaghetti! (With sauce of course!)
And thus I died, engrossed in terror.

-Thivanka

Copyright © Thivanka ... [ 2004-04-16 08:48:14]
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Re: I Killed Myself. (User Rating: 1 )
by Hurretje on Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 08:50:46 AM AEST
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Brr..sad and haunting (literally). So glad somebody stopped you from doing that!
Hur

Re: I Killed Myself. (User Rating: 1 )
by Stampede38 on Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 09:53:07 AM AEST
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wow O_o
great poem.
glad you didnt do it.

Re: I Killed Myself. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 12:44:12 PM AEST
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my sentiments exactly a haunting write and very well written.

wildej.

Re: I Killed Myself. (User Rating: 1 )
by AnGeL_M on Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 02:26:19 PM AEST
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Very Sad Write...But I've Been There...I Was Thinking About Killed Myself Just Last Wk Or So...I Just Wanted To End It All...All The pain,Sorrows And Feelings I Have Inside..It Was Then I Heard A Voice Tell Me No Just Hang In There And See What Tomorrow Shall Bring...
It Was My Heavenly Father's Voice That Cried Out To Me...I'm Going Through Alot In My Life With This Cancer And All But I Know Now Killing Myself Isn't The Answer...I'm Glad You Didn't Go Through With It....
*******LoVe**AnGeL********
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