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[sid] => 73861
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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Day Has Come
[time] => 2004-11-30 21:47:50
[hometext] => I wrote this because i though it would explain part of what i feel, id luv to know what u think, plz comment
[bodytext] => The moment has come It seems as if the hand of death is ready to take me To begin the journey of eternity with stolen soul It started out as a simple way to overcome the emotional pain of my existence Scar upon treacherous scar cover my wrists and arms I thought I had found a way to overcome my demons But in the end they have just defeated me They lurk in my heart blackening as each day passes Making me believe I have to do this Before I retreat to my room, my haven, my sanctuary I kiss my parents goodnight for the first time in months, and tell them I love them I do the same to my brother, telling him to always be brave I take each step slowly up to where my life will end Where I will no longer harm those who I care for most in this world Where I will end the pain and suffering of my days I take one last look at my life, my family and silently say an eternal goodbye I take the knife Kiss the blade Hold it against the skin and vein at my wrist, and slice I feel the steel slip through flesh and tissue My last sight is of my blood slashing a scarlet tide over my white cotton sheets I close my eyes and take what I think is my last breath I awake to see a faint light coming through my window I see the faint streaks of sunrise paint the sky as if telling the world a new day is beginning I look down and see dark crimson streaking my wrist and arm, such as the red streaks the sky I realize it is another day Another chance to start anew And I’m not going to waste it [comments] => 0 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 36 [informant] => kisser89 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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