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[aid] => mick
[title] => Silver Stiletto
[time] => 2005-04-13 20:23:37
[hometext] => i need your help... someone save me from myself... i didnt see this coming...
[bodytext] => I find I was standing on unstable ground My feet having given away I cannot lose this misery I found Dark and cold I will stay Nothing can make me happy again I’ve lost interest in all of my life No one can know, it feels like the end I can’t end this pain and this strife I feel a pulsing inside my head Screaming silently inside And I feel I’m already dead In myself I will die It seems it is time to let it all go Let death’s grasp claim my life Sometimes I’m high, right now I am low I tighten my grip on the knife… I’m falling so fast through the abyss Nothing for me to hold onto Completely surrounded by such bliss Nothing saves me from what I’ve been through Miles ago I passed the point of no return And so forward I must continue I cry at all my cuts and burns And realize my happy moments are so few This silver stiletto looks so good to me A sharp tip punctures my fair skin I push deeper, watching it bleed Reminding me of what deep **** I’m in Frozen in pain am I forever now It covers me like the winter frost I won’t get better, this I vow I can’t get back all that I’ve lost I drape my arms in the sink I watch it fill with my own blood And I’m so out of it I can’t think All these emotions in my mind flood So deep, so dark have I become And this is my very last resort I can’t even remember where I come from But my string of strength hangs so short In my hand the silver stiletto lies Waiting for me to use it again And my bloodshot eyes look to the skies Someone stop me… is this the end? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blue_angel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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