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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tara... ??? Don't Care Do You?
[time] => 2004-05-05 11:00:55
[hometext] => I can't take much more of this!!she was scratching her-self with staples.thats how i started...i tryed to explain how bad it is for her.she didn't listern.i'm worried coz she takes drugs as well...if anyone's got advice please say.sorry its long
[bodytext] => I wouldn’t say don’t do it, Just coz I want to. Do you know how much it hurts Tara? NO, SEE, YOU DON’T! Do you know what I am? I’m a slasher, THAT’S JUST ME. Self-harm is my world. Or even self-injury! I cut through my skin. To get out the pain. Its scard me! Left its stains… You use drugs, They’re mucking up your head! Self-destroy IS NO GAME!! Both can leave you dead! I tried to help you, Only to be rejected. I wanted to help you out! You’ve pulled me down, infected. Today, you did little scratches with staples. Left your lines right down your wrist. This ain’t a game, it’ll grow to something. That’s impossible to miss. And I said it for once! And you looked straight through me, Laughing like you didn’t care! Now I have broken to pieces. I’d rather be dead, than live here! Then you showed it off to loads of people. You were laughing, ignoring me. I feel crushed; I still hear your echoes. Bubbling inside of me. Then Clare and Hannah came over. You showed it to them too. Said you’d done it to your-self. I snapped in two… You told them what I’d said, About how addiction grows. Hannah knows I do it. But Clare smiled too… I started crying. It just starting coming out! My face went pale. I’m aching now. I can’t get out… I just went, Couldn’t hang round. Where’s the point? They make me feel down! See, Tara, doesn’t know, What I do. Tara’s just Tara. She makes me broken too. This is what I am! I can’t change that. But Tara’s got a choice, Coz she’s not addicted yet. Why should I let her muck up, her-self more? She thinks it’s just a joke. Self-harm isn’t a lullaby! It can grow like her addiction for ‘coke’!!!!!!!! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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