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[aid] => mick
[title] => I’m a mass of dead flesh, so I can’t rest!
[time] => 2004-09-18 15:54:46
[hometext] => I wanted to die earlier, but my tool was too blunt. Now I’m just feeling worse ‘coz I didn’t die… but then I realized that I couldn’t have died any way ‘coz I’m already dead! PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[bodytext] => I am hurting so bad today. I can’t kid my-self, It’ll all be OK, ‘Coz this world’s still playing games! I fell out with sue, Shouted the house down. Ran up to my room, And slit until a crimson puddle grew… I wanted to die, But my tool was too blunt. So instead I just cried. Until I coughed out lumps… Today was ok. Went to town with Cat. … And when I had to come home, I didn’t want to go back. To have to take so more slack, To turn me black. No thanks! … But still I had to do that… I got in the door, Feeling numb. No words express it. I was just all blunt, Numbed up… Down in the dumps. Don’t ask me why. I don’t need reasons some times… I just break inside. Even if it goes well in my life… I broke… And swore at her. She called me mouthy. I felt like dirt. I screamed. I was so hurt. So ran up to my room, And had my self-harm, out burst… What is there, that I’m worth? Why was I placed upon this earth? Why was my tool too blunt? It really bled, And I really hurt, But yet… no needs were met. So I guess, I’m as dead as I’ll get… Because I’m so damaged inside my head. That I can’t heal, ‘Coz I’m already dead… So my arms are nothing, But a crimson mass of torn flesh. But nothing that serious. To help me leave this mess… I’m just a nothing, But an “IT” crying on her bed. ‘Coz there’s fearful voices, Trapped inside her head! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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