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Array ( [sid] => 71564 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Death For Me [time] => 2004-11-15 11:14:41 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Do you hate me?
Well I do
If you don't
Something's wrong with you

100 women
in less than a decade
I think of them each
as my life begins to fade

In my loneliness
I resort to suicide
My last attept to hide
from the pain
I feel inside

I see them all
near the stone where I lay
They all came back
though I'd cast them away
They've come together
for me today
They hurt soo much
I can't bear to stay

But I cannot leave
all of this I have to see
So many who cared
and I did this for me

I had touched on soo many lives
but I liked to play with knives

I didn't say goodbye
Never told them I cared
I may have loved them
but those thoughts I never shared

They all cared
but it was too late before I could see
I was loved
So this death was for me [comments] => 2 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 36 [informant] => crash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Death For Me

Contributed by crash on Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 11:14:41 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Do you hate me?
Well I do
If you don't
Something's wrong with you

100 women
in less than a decade
I think of them each
as my life begins to fade

In my loneliness
I resort to suicide
My last attept to hide
from the pain
I feel inside

I see them all
near the stone where I lay
They all came back
though I'd cast them away
They've come together
for me today
They hurt soo much
I can't bear to stay

But I cannot leave
all of this I have to see
So many who cared
and I did this for me

I had touched on soo many lives
but I liked to play with knives

I didn't say goodbye
Never told them I cared
I may have loved them
but those thoughts I never shared

They all cared
but it was too late before I could see
I was loved
So this death was for me




Copyright © crash ... [ 2004-11-15 11:14:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Death For Me (User Rating: 1 )
by givingin on Monday, 15th November 2004 @ 11:50:42 AM AEST
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wow crash,
that's very emotional,
I know how you feel, when you say
"In my loneliness
I resort to suicide
My last attept to hide
from the pain
I feel inside"

I am a lonley person as well,
I only look for someone to care but still I never find.

Good write, very emotional.
Keep up the good work

*~givingin~*

write me, we'll chat sometime.


Re: Death For Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Chaos_is_apon_us on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 12:47:41 AM AEST
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Looking down on the aftermath, realsing that soo many cared for you when you killed yourself in their memory, that would hurt like a *****! I don't know where you found ispiration for this, but it is by far one of the best pems i have ever read.
Better dayz
~jace~




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