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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sinking Opinions.
[time] => 2004-05-07 19:59:22
[hometext] => =X Commenting is appreciated..
[bodytext] => I tightly buckle my feelings within. I seem to be sinking under again. Expressing myself through poetry, helps me to barely live. It causes me to come from this acoma and restore most concisousness. Inflicting pain apon myself.. helps me to deal with emotion. It inspires me to write about life, because that is my devotion. Right here, in my cell.. A place I never call home I lay, thinking, of what comes As I sit alone. There is a knife I see.. Glistening with it's silver coat. Waiting there, not judging me.. When It's that I need to cope. My long sleeves cover scars that I know people will see. I cover then because I'm embarresed of what the naked eye perceives. It tells their brain, "She's an outcast." and I get secluded even more. Maybe I should stop right now and let my scars heal over. "You caused this pain," is what I'm told. but just go away and die. I don't care what you think of me. I see it different through my eyes. I see I'm helping myself through pain. I think I'm helping to mend your ways. You see scars and think, "She's stupid for doing this." but never care to understand, you say, "My life's as good as it gets." Well, everyone isn't fine and well. People actually have problems they don't know how to deal.. With, people do commit suicide because they let things some say get in. I hear what you talk about when I'm not there. I've lied to you many times, saying that I'm cured. Well, here I go.. into the unknown To try and explain my reasons for pain. I could just lie again. ..ignore my instinct within. Forget my heartache. Just leave me be, I'm born to be alone. I don't care what you see. 'Cause one day, soon.. I'll be put out of my misery. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 36 [informant] => SilentPwn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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