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[sid] => 76973
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[aid] => mick
[title] => I don't regret that day
[time] => 2004-12-23 00:16:10
[hometext] => i write this for when i cut myself
[bodytext] => Some say that suicide is only for the weak But am I really weak when I cut myself deep A few years ago I wanted to die really bad Because what I felt always made me sad I thought that death would end all the pain The pain that I held so long in vain Though something told me that it’s just not my time So I cut up my arm over 100 times The sight of blood, and the pain I felt made me numb But I didn’t feel the urge to turn and run I started feeling dizzy, so I sat down on the bed For hours it seemed that my arm had bled To tell the truth I don’t regret that day Because the wounds I got helped settle the pain Starting to get sick, I went to the fridge My friends told the staff to come see what I did They grabbed some towels to stop the bleeding But I pulled away and said that death is what I’m needing The staff tried to help but I just ran away So that I may die in a peaceful place But here I stand, still sad and in pain From that day until now, I still feel the same No matter how hard I try not to cut The urge to do it lies silently in my gut I still cut to get that same feeling of being numb I cut deeper and deeper, but still, I’m not done [comments] => 0 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 48 [informant] => lonely_boy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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