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Array ( [sid] => 44706 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => why am i still in this place you call life? [time] => 2004-04-25 03:37:17 [hometext] => this is a little weird but this is like one of my thought processes whilst feeling down and i hate to say it depressed. enjoy if you can(i dont think enjoy is the right word) [bodytext] =>

I hear myself screaming give it a rest.
I’m just so stressed.
Moods are my way out.
Yet there is a doubt.
Maybe I’m not stressed,
But depressed.
Now there’s a thought.
I’ve just become distraught.
Wanting the hardest way to die.
This is no lie.
Suicide is not easy you fool.
It is harsh and cruel.
Slit my wrist and bleed to death.
Your hardly hear my last breath,
Or maybe pills are easier,
No because this would cause a blunder.
I think I will just slit my throat and be done.
Next place you will ever see me, is in my
Coffin.



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why am i still in this place you call life?

Contributed by little_genna on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 03:37:17 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide





I hear myself screaming give it a rest.
I’m just so stressed.
Moods are my way out.
Yet there is a doubt.
Maybe I’m not stressed,
But depressed.
Now there’s a thought.
I’ve just become distraught.
Wanting the hardest way to die.
This is no lie.
Suicide is not easy you fool.
It is harsh and cruel.
Slit my wrist and bleed to death.
Your hardly hear my last breath,
Or maybe pills are easier,
No because this would cause a blunder.
I think I will just slit my throat and be done.
Next place you will ever see me, is in my
Coffin.







Copyright © little_genna ... [ 2004-04-25 03:37:17]
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Re: why am i still in this place you call life? (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 03:53:16 AM AEST
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well I just blundered my 4th try (sigh) and I did everything right. Someone evidently wants me alive. Please don't try any of the above..the aftermath is very ugly....I'm struggling with life, trying to find a reason to go on...poetry like yours helps...so keep writing; you can't with a slit throat....LOL


Re: why am i still in this place you call life? (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 04:22:22 AM AEST
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This is very sad.
Hope u get 2 feeling better realy soon.
luv, huggs, faith, hope, prayers,
emy



Re: why am i still in this place you call life? (User Rating: 1 )
by poetrygodslove on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 04:43:33 AM AEST
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Liked the poem HATED THE SUBJECT lol. now now now. ever get in the mood write to me. here is a hug. but i also know that when your feeling this way you dont want someone like me to tell you good stuff but look up and see the god that loves you he will help you through. sandy


Re: why am i still in this place you call life? (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 04:58:19 AM AEST
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i have felt such happiness, but i have also wanted to kill myself to many times.. i can relate to almost everything, it is wierd,this brought back memories.good write x


Re: why am i still in this place you call life? (User Rating: 1 )
by silentrain07 on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 11:30:40 AM AEST
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ive felt like this so many times beofre..then i realized how i had to live for...if this is truly how you feel dont go and kill yourself! this was a fine piece of writing..keep it up!

-katie




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