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Array ( [sid] => 66828 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Too Late [time] => 2004-10-10 11:04:40 [hometext] => its too late for me... [bodytext] => lying in my bed, late at night
my head tells me to sit tight
instead I get up and grab a knife
thinking of everything **** up in my life
I begin to slice deep into more scars of my skin
never to see your faces again
sadness bleeding, emptying to the floor
always thinking how I'm craving more
getting **** up, and passing out
I just wanna fricken shout
what the hell was I thinking
every smile and happy thought fading
everyday filled with suicide
just wanna get off this horror ride
by myself... sitting here
now filled with fear
I have a fear of dying
but tired of trying
I'm torn between love and hate
thinking about my twisted fate
screaming inside, fires burning
it is too late for the love I am yerning [comments] => 4 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 36 [informant] => screwup [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Too Late

Contributed by screwup on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 11:04:40 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

lying in my bed, late at night
my head tells me to sit tight
instead I get up and grab a knife
thinking of everything **** up in my life
I begin to slice deep into more scars of my skin
never to see your faces again
sadness bleeding, emptying to the floor
always thinking how I'm craving more
getting **** up, and passing out
I just wanna fricken shout
what the hell was I thinking
every smile and happy thought fading
everyday filled with suicide
just wanna get off this horror ride
by myself... sitting here
now filled with fear
I have a fear of dying
but tired of trying
I'm torn between love and hate
thinking about my twisted fate
screaming inside, fires burning
it is too late for the love I am yerning

Copyright © screwup ... [ 2004-10-10 11:04:40]
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Re: Too Late (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 11:18:00 AM AEST
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it is not too late, you are still here, try and fight this, dont just roll over and let it consume you, I have done that so many times before and it very nearly destroyed me and took my life, your poems are always full fo such pain and heartache and feelings of desperation, I one day hope to read a happy poem from you, that would really make me smile, *hugs*

takecare

pixie xx

Re: Too Late (User Rating: 1 )
by angelrae on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 01:21:39 PM AEST
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Your poem is so very sad, but you are a good writer. It is never too late. I have been where you are. It took all the power and life inside me to break my way to thinking. Your were created for a purpose on this life's journey, a life filled with sadness, yes, but also happiness. Everyone has his or her own journey of life. Take your days and look at the beauty , the sun rises, the stars come out at night, a deer will pose for you to see it's beauty. Life is not easy to live , but it is worth to live. Don't ever give up. Drive yourself to live your life's journey.

Re: Too Late (User Rating: 1 )
by kidpoet_213 on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 03:39:41 PM AEST
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Listen to them babe...
U know I've been there... and what I think... life's hard? Yes... but it can get better... and change... but it only will... when u want it to... and not b4...
U know I love u and hate to see u in such pain and anguish... but what can I for u? U're there and I'm here...
Love ya... always
~Donna~

Re: Too Late (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 01:06:37 AM AEST
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this was tough to read... you took me back to
a place I have been at many times. Now even
though I get depressed I want to live. I know
people care about me and that keeps me
going. Once you realize that people care for
YOU that will keep you going. It might be hard
to realize because of the place your at, at the
moment, but soon you WILL see the light.
There is an end to all this *****... I guarantee it.
I liked this poem and I hope writing helps to
get your feelings out. PM me if you want... I'll
be willing to listen even though I may not have
the words.

Bobo (Joel)

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