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Array ( [sid] => 54844 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the knife [time] => 2004-07-05 12:08:32 [hometext] => i wish i was allowed a knife but in my mind....im hidden trapped in my bedroom my only escape my poems...they distance me from this reality [bodytext] => cut cut slice slice
cutting and slicing my diced flesh
im watching the stream of blood pour
over my bed
the razers didnt pierce
the knife slices my arm in two
the cold breeze running through my severed vein
im smiling
as i dream of being far far away
from all this pain and headaches
drugs can only get me away for so long
i need to be so far i cannot see
and cannot feel
or hear the sound
the world turned a blind eye
all i seen was the back of thousands of souls
i was left out
like a forgotton toy
i was ignored
now the end of my school day
i run upstairs to play
with the object of harm
it goes so deep
i cannot see the end
but i can feel it
and i can already know its going to kill
the blood spills
and im back at the beginning
where are the angels
that sweep down gracefully
and lift you up to heaven
they dont seem to be comming
i have no family
i feel aborted
life plotted against me
i am a believer
but i feel so hard done to
and i dont understand
why no-one was here from the beginning
or for that matter the end....

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
the knife

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 12:08:32 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



cut cut slice slice
cutting and slicing my diced flesh
im watching the stream of blood pour
over my bed
the razers didnt pierce
the knife slices my arm in two
the cold breeze running through my severed vein
im smiling
as i dream of being far far away
from all this pain and headaches
drugs can only get me away for so long
i need to be so far i cannot see
and cannot feel
or hear the sound
the world turned a blind eye
all i seen was the back of thousands of souls
i was left out
like a forgotton toy
i was ignored
now the end of my school day
i run upstairs to play
with the object of harm
it goes so deep
i cannot see the end
but i can feel it
and i can already know its going to kill
the blood spills
and im back at the beginning
where are the angels
that sweep down gracefully
and lift you up to heaven
they dont seem to be comming
i have no family
i feel aborted
life plotted against me
i am a believer
but i feel so hard done to
and i dont understand
why no-one was here from the beginning
or for that matter the end....





Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2004-07-05 12:08:32]
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Re: the knife (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 12:09:48 PM AEST
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Very deep write,...i hope one day you can get through this,
pixie xx


Re: the knife (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 01:33:39 PM AEST
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man, i've felt like this too many times!
... so yeah, i know exacty where you're comming from. i under stand you. but yes, sadly this world is full of let downs. full of people that say they care, only they don't! and the only ones do can NEVER be bothered to stick around and help.
i know just how yo feel!
but people on this website aren't like that!
trust me.
i'll understand if you don't want to because we don't know each other.
because i'm just another stranger,
another souless face in the crowd.
but i'm here if you ever wanna chat. i'll understand if you don't want to... just know where i am,ok?
you can PM me any time!


Re: the knife (User Rating: 1 )
by clowns_can_burn on Friday, 9th July 2004 @ 04:54:35 AM AEST
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i really think this is awsome poem, its deep, its truthful, its real. i really do understand what you were/are feeling, i just hope you get pasat it all,i am trying too

Amanda




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