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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => God Help Me
[time] => 2005-01-31 18:47:25
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[bodytext] => I sit and wonder where they went, the days where my smiles were real, when I didn’t have to fool the world, and lie about how I feel. Now I try my hardest to pretend, but everyday is fake, the postiche smiles, laughs and such, what an impression they all make. I’ve fooled my family, friends, the world, making then think life’s grand, but I come home everyday, and put the knife in hand. Never have I cut, not once have I gave in, after a couple minutes the knife goes down, and I continue with my sin. I talk on the phone, and watch the tv, to take my mind off the lie, but every night I lay in bed, and for hours I just cry. How do I stop this nonsense, how can I make it right? I pray for guidance through this, and a stop to tears at night. Noone has seen through me, noone’s heard my screams, and now the days get longer, and go on and on it seems. Everyday I wish, that for a day I could be glad, or stop my lie for just an hour, stop being so sad. But there is noone to turn to, noone understands, I’m all alone on this one, just me in gods good hands. So I sit in my room, knife in hand, the cold part on my skin, begging, god don’t let me do this, don’t let me give in. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 65 [informant] => HiDdEnTEARS [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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