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[aid] => mick
[title] => END
[time] => 2004-06-14 00:58:16
[hometext] => this is a poem i wrote when i got placed in a shelter about killing myself meh..
[bodytext] => laying on my temporary bed, given to me because I'm not loved by my family terrible stings of pain, depressiong controlling my every thought, every move wanting so bad to be in the house I'll live in until my 19th birthday people in my life keep changing daily, getting on my nerves, missing them so badly constant thoughts of how i hate myself, hate the way i act, way i look all my inner problems conusme me, wont let me go pulling me under nobody understand me, no one is here to help me, get me through i want all of this to be over move on to where i'm sposed to be i'm trapped the world keeps moving without me, won't let me escape i crawl into the hidden space underneath the window seat pull out my sharp pocket knife from its secret place i drag the blade across my ankle, not making an incision forcefully i shove the knife inside watching blood squirt all over dragging the blade up my leg making sure that its deep slowly i reach from my opposite pant leg, pulling it up tears forming in my eyes, blood flowing all over, soaking lil slashes making x's on my leg, lil slots for blood to escape repeated on the other side, looks like designs on pants deep dark blood red, no sign of my fat white legs at all next i move onto my target, the biggest thing on my bdoy i make a slice on the top of my gut then cut all the way around liquid streams out of the outlining of the center of my fat my body is starting to get weak from the loss of blood, i keep going riase the knife back up to the outline and rip away, pain in my mind slash off all the fat that brings me down so much, i can't stand it dying this way will take a while, i dont want that i want it now i have a small mirror and light with me that i pull out quickly can see my refleftion, its pain, can't see happiness or sorrow watching what im doing in the mirror i begin to write write with blood on my neck spelling out the most painful word family, something i've never had throughout my life i make sure that when my body is found it will be written perfectly for them so everybody knows the biggest reason i plan to end my life blood flows and gushes from the painful words that have been carved into me i press the blade against my lips and kiss it sweetly and gently my last kiss i lay it next to me, lay as flat out as i can, i close my sleepy eyes eventually my heartbeat stops, my pain and suffering is over finally i've taken my last breaths, my least tears have been shed from my dry eyes my life comes to an end as im curled up underneath a window in a shelter [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 13 [informant] => deadbloodyrose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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