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[aid] => mick
[title] => The hostage
[time] => 2004-09-14 00:07:10
[hometext] => Too many nights I feel this way. How I wish it would go away. The doctors they try but they never heal.
[bodytext] => Give me that pill, that gun, that needle!
Anything to end this pain!
Something to make these images go away.
I don't want to see this!
Don't make me watch these images again!
Get these voices,
these pictures,
out of my head!
Burn these memories,
store them, do anything,
throw them away!
I'm not listening,
I'm strangling you,
this is going to end!
I don't care how it happens!
Just away with these things.
No more lies!
No more fights!
No more screaming at me all night!
Every chamber is full.
With the pull of this trigger it all goes away.
Now your scared,
lets talk things out.
It just to dam* late for those things.
I'm ending now,
no more second chances or maybe's.
Go away, Shut up!
I'm going to stop these voices in my head.
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[topic] => 59
[informant] => cryingonmyporch
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[score] => 20
[ratings] => 4
[editpoem] => 1
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The hostage
Contributed by
cryingonmyporch
on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 12:07:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Give me that pill, that gun, that needle!
Anything to end this pain!
Something to make these images go away.
I don't want to see this!
Don't make me watch these images again!
Get these voices,
these pictures,
out of my head!
Burn these memories,
store them, do anything,
throw them away!
I'm not listening,
I'm strangling you,
this is going to end!
I don't care how it happens!
Just away with these things.
No more lies!
No more fights!
No more screaming at me all night!
Every chamber is full.
With the pull of this trigger it all goes away.
Now your scared,
lets talk things out.
It just to dam* late for those things.
I'm ending now,
no more second chances or maybe's.
Go away, Shut up!
I'm going to stop these voices in my head.
Copyright ©
cryingonmyporch
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2004-09-14 00:07:10]
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Re: The hostage
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by Silent_Composer on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 12:22:37 AM AEST
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Very vivid and agony fulled emotion, So dam gripping, I could feel each emotion as it was described, and can see how you wish it gone.
If you need a shoulder, then message me, No one shoulld have to deal with such agony.
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Re: The hostage
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 12:41:25 AM AEST
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Very good writing. It's a masterpeice at your exspense.
I know how those vouces can keep u from being sane.
Mine was a medical problem called hyperparathyriod hormone dysfunction.
Hey, I'd never heard of it either but I had the nurse writie the name down and I came home and did my research, Thank God for computors. By the timeI went down the line with new Drs. and they each had to take their own test I knew more than resident that was doing my family history. I was at the University of Arkansas hospital with the five best osteroparosis Drs. on this planet.
When they all got thru with everything they agreed surjury to remove the messed up glands. They had to take one out ''cause it was the culprit that had had my life off kilter for over 25 years I went un diognosed.
It exsplained the voices in my head, my history of ulsers, on-n-on. I ended up having to get a stint to my heart as I was 80's blocked. See mine was triggerd by a have to hysorectomy win I was 'bout twenty nine.
See the messed up gland 'caused the voices in my head which was a nervous disorder all because of one gland.
right before I was diognosed they had jus discovered that all this was 'caused by a history of cancer caused down the bloodline as both my parents cause of death was cancer.
Immediatly after the surjury the voices stopped but i didn't realize that till some time later. Taht gland was supposed to be at the base of my necy but it was down near my heart and they had no clue why.
Bust when two people conceive a child and there's history of cancer in their famileies it cause a genetic thing via the parathyroid gland.
I still have three that work great and I got a neck tuck free and my heart's not blocking since the one gland was gone.
Thing is Drs. didn't know what caused her melanoma cancer that took he life in 1979.
At that time I already had a defective gland and the same thing that took my mom's life was trying to get mine but thank God they know now.
My hole point being it takes a very smart Dr. to find this and even the nes that doe may not even know it's gentic yet.
It's very easy to test for with a simply blood test. It shows up with too much calcium in the blood.
I had been to Drs. from Arkansas, Texes, Washington state. they all knew something was wrong but couldn't catch.
Mine could have been corrected five years earlier but he never bothered to take one simple blood test.
Sorry to be so long winded but Jus one simple thing can change ones life. and I consider myself a walking miracle andNo more wanting to die or no more doing things my old personality would never have done.
My only concelation is that I had a severe medical problem that caused me to be tottaly out of control.
God bless u,
emystar@msn.com
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