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Array ( [sid] => 56639 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It don’t make a difference. [time] => 2004-07-18 14:41:07 [hometext] => The guard that stopped me last time I was on a roof I saw again today and we spoke for a bit.He told me to look after myself but I couldn’t promise it.He also gave me the pen from his pocket because I wanted it.I wrote this a few hours later. PLEASE READ! [bodytext] => ...I wrote this a few hours later sitting on the same multi-story car park roof he stopped me from jumping off of last time… and i wrote it with his pen. Only he stopped me again and i didn't have the heart to show him the note. I wrote the note as a SUICIDE note. It was meant to muck up his head. I wanted to hurt him because he mucked with my head before when he wouldn't let me jump!!! But i couldn't... MAN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET HIM STOP ME, AGAIN!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m sitting on a roof now,
Unable to cry.
My head is full of twisted things,
Like foul-mouths and lies.

I’m sitting at the edge now,
Smiling down at the road.
Smiling at everything,
Appreciating their values.

People never think do they?
Until it’s the end.
They just lie,
They’re false they’re pretend!

I’ll blood stain your pen,
Before you can find me!
‘Coz it’s my pen!
It’s the one you gave me!

YOU can have your pen back,
But it might be a little BLACK!
Just PLEASE don’t cry for me!
When you find my head cracked…

Tell all that I’m sorry,
That I didn’t mean to make them sad,
I know that I’m loved,
But I feel like I’m going mad!

I’m sitting on the roof now,
I’m sitting on the edge.
But it don’t make a damn bit of difference!
‘Coz I’ve discovered,
… IT’S THE END!!

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
It don’t make a difference.

Contributed by deathdrop on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 02:41:07 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



...I wrote this a few hours later sitting on the same multi-story car park roof he stopped me from jumping off of last time… and i wrote it with his pen. Only he stopped me again and i didn't have the heart to show him the note. I wrote the note as a SUICIDE note. It was meant to muck up his head. I wanted to hurt him because he mucked with my head before when he wouldn't let me jump!!! But i couldn't... MAN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET HIM STOP ME, AGAIN!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m sitting on a roof now,
Unable to cry.
My head is full of twisted things,
Like foul-mouths and lies.

I’m sitting at the edge now,
Smiling down at the road.
Smiling at everything,
Appreciating their values.

People never think do they?
Until it’s the end.
They just lie,
They’re false they’re pretend!

I’ll blood stain your pen,
Before you can find me!
‘Coz it’s my pen!
It’s the one you gave me!

YOU can have your pen back,
But it might be a little BLACK!
Just PLEASE don’t cry for me!
When you find my head cracked…

Tell all that I’m sorry,
That I didn’t mean to make them sad,
I know that I’m loved,
But I feel like I’m going mad!

I’m sitting on the roof now,
I’m sitting on the edge.
But it don’t make a damn bit of difference!
‘Coz I’ve discovered,
… IT’S THE END!!





Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-07-18 14:41:07]
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Re: It don’t make a difference. (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 11:15:08 PM AEST
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i dont know what your going through right now, but i can assure you suicide isnt the answer, get help things will get better and that guard thats stoped you...hes an angel from God..saved your life twice...maybe this is a sign...things will get fixed and everything will be better..if ya wanan tlk to me about this or anything pm me, i'll gladly write bak


Re: It don’t make a difference. (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 08:36:00 PM AEST
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i know how you feel, wanting to die, and i know how you feel too, when someone stops you and you still want to do it. but it's so easy for me to say hold on when i'm talking to you, but i know that if someone told me that it wouldn't mean much. but please don't kill yourself. add me to msn or something or PM me on here instead. and reading poems on experiences always rocks to me because those are the most real. thanks for posting that.


Re: It don’t make a difference. (User Rating: 1 )
by shrunkin_fool34142316 on Monday, 26th July 2004 @ 08:26:06 PM AEST
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i can totally relate good write i wish they would let me go....but all n all i'm gonna b glad they didn't sum day & u will b 2 pm me or msn or aim or yahoo w/e it takes i'm here 4 u & god is 2
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