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Array ( [sid] => 73586 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Finally Giving In [time] => 2004-11-29 13:51:13 [hometext] => Written after one of my parents fights [bodytext] => The voices in the other room
Scream loudly in the night
I pull the pillow around my ears
And try to ignore the fight
It’s always like this
It’s always the same
Like the circles of a vindictive little game
Circles going round and round
Forever continuing
The point of a circle is it has no end
Neither do these fights, my friend
Their voices rise
Loud thumps are heard
The footsteps of a giant
The voice of his wife
The screams continue
Into the early morning light
They suddenly have lost their urge to fight
I lay in my room, weeping silently about all that I’ve heard
Wishing I had a razor, some pills, or a gun
To kill myself, or not to kill myself
That is the question
I know they wouldn’t care
But would anyone else?
I don’t have many friends at all
Never needed them
Nor wanted them
But would there be anyone
Missing me if my spirit left this plane of existence?
I know they wouldn’t.
I lay in the silence, mulling it over
Flipping out of bed, I go for my razor
Slowly I slide the blade along my skin
Thankful for finally being able to give in
My life is almost ended
My beauty is gone
All that’s left
Is some skin and some bone
No one will miss me
No one will care
So what do I need to finally get there?
One more fight
A single instance
To push me over the edge
Of the path of least resistance
My life may as well end
It nearly already has
I’m done with everything
It’s not just a fad
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Finally Giving In

Contributed by butterbuns on Monday, 29th November 2004 @ 01:51:13 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

The voices in the other room
Scream loudly in the night
I pull the pillow around my ears
And try to ignore the fight
It’s always like this
It’s always the same
Like the circles of a vindictive little game
Circles going round and round
Forever continuing
The point of a circle is it has no end
Neither do these fights, my friend
Their voices rise
Loud thumps are heard
The footsteps of a giant
The voice of his wife
The screams continue
Into the early morning light
They suddenly have lost their urge to fight
I lay in my room, weeping silently about all that I’ve heard
Wishing I had a razor, some pills, or a gun
To kill myself, or not to kill myself
That is the question
I know they wouldn’t care
But would anyone else?
I don’t have many friends at all
Never needed them
Nor wanted them
But would there be anyone
Missing me if my spirit left this plane of existence?
I know they wouldn’t.
I lay in the silence, mulling it over
Flipping out of bed, I go for my razor
Slowly I slide the blade along my skin
Thankful for finally being able to give in
My life is almost ended
My beauty is gone
All that’s left
Is some skin and some bone
No one will miss me
No one will care
So what do I need to finally get there?
One more fight
A single instance
To push me over the edge
Of the path of least resistance
My life may as well end
It nearly already has
I’m done with everything
It’s not just a fad

Copyright Â© butterbuns ... [ 2004-11-29 13:51:13]
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Re: Finally Giving In (User Rating: 1 )
by nascarfive on Monday, 29th November 2004 @ 03:33:22 PM AEST
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It's so easy to say I know how you feel..because no one really does..but I've heard the fighting and slaps..I hid under the table..I never brought friends home..Now I hate loud voices..or confrontation..I hate myself..but I felt the despair and anguish in your writing..

Re: Finally Giving In (User Rating: 1 )
by Deathly_Rose on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 07:25:20 AM AEST
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not bad for a fourteen year old!
one thing i can't stand is when people try to draw attention to themselves by saying they're going to hurt themselves. So do I like this poem? no, but im not going to make a big deal out of it.

Re: Finally Giving In (User Rating: 1 )
by givingin on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 07:29:11 AM AEST
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This poem rymed well,
it was pretty good.

*~givingin~*

Re: Finally Giving In (User Rating: 1 )
by Mandy2007 on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 04:35:49 PM AEST
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WOW this is so me, my parents fight all the time, every time they're home together someone starts something, it's mainly my dad. I am getting so sick of it, i contemplate suicide all the time, even try cutting, but never shed anything. In a way i think it's someone telling me it's not time yet. To stay and live, one of these days it will be my turn, and i will finally shed the red stuff.
You can read my poems if you want.

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