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[aid] => mick
[title] => break through the living
[time] => 2004-07-28 17:07:33
[hometext] => i feel like im going mad,living with my family,arguments everyday,i know u'll tell me i can get through this,my counciller said that too,and he failed me,an i have confidence,that my family will too,they make me feel worthless,and i want to break away!!!!
[bodytext] => with a broken heart and bright red tears flowing down my cheeks i rock back and forth on my death bed its night always and the sun doesnt shine through the curtains my soul has broke through the living and im left,bewilded and feeling like death you tore my soul to shreds you splintered my heart and scarred my skin the wounds will not heal the scars will not fade the aching will not stop i watch in horror as you take the knife and press it to your vein the blood squirts and i know your enjoying killing me,through emotional blackmail the blood turns black and you make me drink i cry and you shout you scream if you scream any louder will your throat bulge and your voice box erupt?! you've killed my only other oulet now the only option is real,beautiful,death... whispers in my head have eventually grew louder and the demons,who bear their teeth and run wild have become clearer i use to laugh but i cant remember how it felt i destroy my eyes with the acid tears bloody and cold they drip and flow down my body im mutilated and deformed inside i mean you have turned innocience into thilf im dirty all over i wont ever be clean i stained my skin bleached white and i still feel used and dirty i hold my hand in my hands and cry out 'please,please,help me,provent this life,let me break through the living....and reach the dead,please God,if you've their listen please...please....' you leave and im left staring into the night thinking about murderous thoughts that you drove into me... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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