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Array ( [sid] => 8933 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => emancipation [time] => 2002-12-20 14:20:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => when the chains become unbound
and happiness is found
will they understand where i went
and how my pain was spent?

will other people realise
when they look into my eyes
that something wasn't right,
that i couldnt live this life...

my lids, now lowered hide this *****
my body-a reminder of my dealing with it.
so there i lie, with flowers high
whilst people pray towards the sky.

hidden in my wooden bed
with tears and blood upon my head
so different to the bloody bath
that established my aftermath

lesser pain and lowered worth
i cut, i knew it-"goodbye Earth"
and knowing what not people see
they mourn of what was me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 36 [informant] => ashleigh4 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

emancipation

Contributed by ashleigh4 on Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 02:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

when the chains become unbound
and happiness is found
will they understand where i went
and how my pain was spent?

will other people realise
when they look into my eyes
that something wasn't right,
that i couldnt live this life...

my lids, now lowered hide this *****
my body-a reminder of my dealing with it.
so there i lie, with flowers high
whilst people pray towards the sky.

hidden in my wooden bed
with tears and blood upon my head
so different to the bloody bath
that established my aftermath

lesser pain and lowered worth
i cut, i knew it-"goodbye Earth"
and knowing what not people see
they mourn of what was me.

Copyright © ashleigh4 ... [ 2002-12-20 14:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: emancipation (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 02:41:02 PM AEST
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This is so sad...and you know what's even sadder is that people who commit suicide.......some people say that people who commit suicide are just doing it for attention...or when they say they want to die that they are doing it for attention but you know what i think that's cold for people to say.......because when your here and your alive and your trying to talk to someone and tell them you need help and tell them how you feel at least you are reaching out to them......but when and after you pass away.......why is it they say why did he/she do it???? why??? where did i go wrong??? and they are left with all this pain that THEY could have helped to begin with when you were telling them how you felt......im sorry this just all came out on your comment lol...i shoulda posted this in the forum.......and perhaps i will....thanks for sharing this one i know how it feels to want to die and set myself free...if you are feeling this way and need to talk i dont mind listening my friend.....
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