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Array ( [sid] => 54025 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My wanting to pick up the knife again... [time] => 2004-06-28 15:29:15 [hometext] => Here you go...this one took me a while to put together I think its ok now...read and comment thanks... [bodytext] => Tears stream down my face as i look at the blade,
blood drips down my wrist as my memories fade,
helping me heal from my wounded soul,
but it only wounds me even more.

Fighting the urge as my brain calls commands,
trying to stop my emotional demands,
this time it reaches the point of disaster,
this time the memories begin to fade faster.

And a rush like none other goes through my head,
I get shut out from the world for a minute like I'm dead,
but I'm still here, consious and all,
and I'm still standing here I can't seem to fall.

I think of the things that mean most to me,
is it fair to lose everything that i was going to be?
a second thought goes through my mind,
and I search for the answer that I'll never find.

Amoment away from losing all that I have,
a moment away from you never hearing my laugh,
just a tear drop away from leaving my life,
and suddenly a thought strikes my knife.

It falls to the ground and is unreachable to me,
because my eyes suddenly begin to see,
and my tears come down faster than ever before,
because my mind is through with being sore.

I cry louder than ever and shed more tears than I ever had,
it's time to run over all that's gone bad,
but I want to pick up the knife again and just die,
so I can end all the hurt, pain and cry.

[comments] => 4 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Living_In_My_Dream [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

My wanting to pick up the knife again...

Contributed by Living_In_My_Dream on Monday, 28th June 2004 @ 03:29:15 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

Tears stream down my face as i look at the blade,
blood drips down my wrist as my memories fade,
helping me heal from my wounded soul,
but it only wounds me even more.

Fighting the urge as my brain calls commands,
trying to stop my emotional demands,
this time it reaches the point of disaster,
this time the memories begin to fade faster.

And a rush like none other goes through my head,
I get shut out from the world for a minute like I'm dead,
but I'm still here, consious and all,
and I'm still standing here I can't seem to fall.

I think of the things that mean most to me,
is it fair to lose everything that i was going to be?
a second thought goes through my mind,
and I search for the answer that I'll never find.

Amoment away from losing all that I have,
a moment away from you never hearing my laugh,
just a tear drop away from leaving my life,
and suddenly a thought strikes my knife.

It falls to the ground and is unreachable to me,
because my eyes suddenly begin to see,
and my tears come down faster than ever before,
because my mind is through with being sore.

I cry louder than ever and shed more tears than I ever had,
it's time to run over all that's gone bad,
but I want to pick up the knife again and just die,
so I can end all the hurt, pain and cry.

Copyright © Living_In_My_Dream ... [ 2004-06-28 15:29:15]
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Re: My wanting to pick up the knife again... (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Monday, 28th June 2004 @ 04:07:25 PM AEST
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this was brilliant!

Re: My wanting to pick up the knife again... (User Rating: 1 )
by rugby_player on Monday, 28th June 2004 @ 07:08:34 PM AEST
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don't do it....Great job just don't do what it says if you end how can we be friends and what will stop me from going back to my bad habits......huh????yeah thats what ithought nothing.....anywho great one i loved the way you write and always will.....look forward to reading more

Re: My wanting to pick up the knife again... (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Monday, 28th June 2004 @ 09:26:50 PM AEST
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i can absoulutly see why your a published writer, all your emtions just seem to come alive off my screen, i can SEE it...awesome awesome job

Re: My wanting to pick up the knife again... (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 12:29:40 PM AEST
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very powerful and greatly written..........keep going, you can beat this..

pixie xx

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