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[title] => the last moments
[time] => 2004-06-15 20:47:52
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[bodytext] => i sit all alone in the corner of my room with a sudden burt of energy i leap up slowly and cautiously i walk over to my desk i pull out the third drawer and dig to the bottom finally my hand runs over it, carefully i pick it up my cold fingers close around the black handle with a tight grip i carry it back to my chair tears form in my eyes as i think about my friends i quietly scriblle a note and turn on some music my mind focuses on what i was doing before with shaking hands i make a small cut my throart starts to drip with blood, i begin again i shove it through my gut and rip it apart repeatedly i stab and tear away at my body through my tears i see blood all over i return to my throat but now deeper now when i slice its for a reason its not just to feel the blade inside me its to end my pain, my suffering, my hurt, my life i cut deeply and watch the blood pour out my brown comfy chair is now a chrimson red so many thoughts race through my head so many memories replayed vividly i see faces of friends who will be sad i start to lose energy and i'm getting weak with my last ounce of strength i crawl to my futon i lay down and close my eyes tightly i apologize to the world and then i see it the bright warm light, my sign its almost over take my last breath and my last view of the world i've left the pain and torture of this life i've moved onto a better happier place a place where ill be happy with my real father my only father who loves me dearly [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deadbloodyrose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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