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Array ( [sid] => 77994 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Cowardice [time] => 2005-01-01 02:10:12 [hometext] => What is there to say? [bodytext] => Feeling empty inside, another lonely night,
Staring at myself, such a sad sight,
Always wanting to be needed but treated like trash,
Burned away by the world, reduced to ash,
Thrash and shake in my cold corner with tears,
Tired of it all, don't even want another fifteen years,
I've got a pretty knife, all sharp and new,
Debate with myself wether or not my thoughts are true,
It was a bad day, just like the last,
Just like every day in my past,
Fast to react, an over reaction of meaning less pain,
But it needs to end, and God won't let it rain,
Cast a shadow on my arm, blad to my wrist,
Time to stop the hurt, ball my hand into a fist,
Preasure applied, tears are cried, trying to force the knife inside,
Ticket stub in hand, ready for my last ride,
Break the skin, commit sin,
Slowly my world starts to spin,
Drop my knife, it hits the floor,
Made the journey, but stopped at the door,
Look at the scratch, disapointed at fate,
Stare back at myself filled with self hate,
If I couldn't do it, I guess I wasn't that sad,
Guess I was to scared, guess it's not that bad... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Unheard_Mute [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Cowardice

Contributed by Unheard_Mute on Saturday, 1st January 2005 @ 02:10:12 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Feeling empty inside, another lonely night,
Staring at myself, such a sad sight,
Always wanting to be needed but treated like trash,
Burned away by the world, reduced to ash,
Thrash and shake in my cold corner with tears,
Tired of it all, don't even want another fifteen years,
I've got a pretty knife, all sharp and new,
Debate with myself wether or not my thoughts are true,
It was a bad day, just like the last,
Just like every day in my past,
Fast to react, an over reaction of meaning less pain,
But it needs to end, and God won't let it rain,
Cast a shadow on my arm, blad to my wrist,
Time to stop the hurt, ball my hand into a fist,
Preasure applied, tears are cried, trying to force the knife inside,
Ticket stub in hand, ready for my last ride,
Break the skin, commit sin,
Slowly my world starts to spin,
Drop my knife, it hits the floor,
Made the journey, but stopped at the door,
Look at the scratch, disapointed at fate,
Stare back at myself filled with self hate,
If I couldn't do it, I guess I wasn't that sad,
Guess I was to scared, guess it's not that bad...




Copyright © Unheard_Mute ... [ 2005-01-01 02:10:12]
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Re: Cowardice (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Saturday, 1st January 2005 @ 02:24:24 AM AEST
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wow this is awesome James, well done!!


Re: Cowardice (User Rating: 1 )
by flat_line on Saturday, 1st January 2005 @ 10:11:36 PM AEST
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Break the skin, commit sin
Slowly my world starts to spin
Drop my knife, it hits the floor
Made the journey, but stopped at the door

i really like those four lines and i can relate to it very well. nice write

Lauren


Re: Cowardice (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Saturday, 1st January 2005 @ 11:31:30 PM AEST
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this is a great poem and its sad but great write. i love it


Re: Cowardice (User Rating: 1 )
by Tru2Myself on Wednesday, 5th January 2005 @ 02:04:22 PM AEST
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This amazing. My favorite poem on the site. without a doubt. Love it soooo much. I can't even express how amazing it is. Truely amazing. wow...thats all i can say...wow. I need to read some more of your work. If its anything like this...wow this is great.
Lauren


Re: Cowardice (User Rating: 1 )
by Juggalette_chick666pk on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 07:42:38 PM AEST
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"keep going not for others but yourself"

This is a deep poem. Scars never go away. I have to live with mine day in a day out. It sucks but it's a reminder that I need to go on to be here. And you are needed you need yourself. In the end you are all you got. cheerish the good times, remember the bad. It'll all work out you will see. MMFCL

-Vicki-


Re: Cowardice (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 11:53:30 PM AEST
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thanks for the ideas =] you might be needed more than you think you are...




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