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[sid] => 57141
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => life line
[time] => 2004-07-22 07:32:03
[hometext] => i can hear it,bleeping away,i can see it,my life line,my heart,my puse,surging up and down,but its my own mistake,my own punishment.
[bodytext] => i rushed upstairs from school undressed threw my prision outfit on the bed opened my draw and took out the needles and the scissors i took out the ice-pop and stuck it to my arm the ice clung to me and the numbness got me addicted so many times i lay down on the bed i get the needle and thrust it in my vein i cant feel it but it bleeds and i know i have pierced it for good i get the scissors and cut into my arm again and again this hurts like hell i smuther my screams with tears why am i doing this.....? my answer fills my head immediatly because you wanted to....! i know why but i dont realise i didnt have to shed my sins i pull back the scissors the mess as i look down is a shock my arm is severed i cannot feel it the needle lost in the mangle of skin my bedsheet covered in thick red blood im going dizzy i can hear footsteps and hear a womens scream... i wake up tired and confused was it a dream? where am i? the answers come a nurse is bending over me 'are you ok?'she asks,her voice sounds so sweet 'i think so,what happened?'my voice is quivering 'you can ask your mum,its not my place really hunny,'she walks away my mum comes walking over here it comes the moaner but she doesnt moan she cries and i try and sit up and i look down my arm is tighly bandadged my mum explains i lost so much blood she had to transfuse hers to me she tells me she loves me and never wants this to happen again of course ive got to take speacial relax classes and to re-build my life after this'episode' i just want to warn you i died in the operation but they brought me back and im gratefull my mistake has cost me and it has rewarded me to look after me and dont be scared to share your emotions this is perfect POEMS! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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