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[aid] => mick
[title] => How it started
[time] => 2005-05-10 15:06:34
[hometext] => This story/poem is completely true...and dedicated to my best friend Lauren, please tell me what yew think
[bodytext] => It all started on a horrible day in March ...i just got through with dinner and i felt that everything that day was going on, So thats when it all started. First there was a mark on my wrist then there were the tears coming down....i kept srying cnstantly, trying not to cry softly, so i wouldnt make a sound I tried telling my best friend but all she did was tell the councelor, the councelor didnt do a thing so i had to tell my parents they were very discouraged by my choice, theyll never understand, another day went by and like the day before it was horrible, so i sat in mi room and did it again, i made myslef cry right before i bought out safety pin.... it hurt so bad and i kept it to myself, i never ever wanted any 1 to find out... Evryone kept asking what happened and i had to lie even to mi closest friends, i worried them so much... A few would tease me bout it, especially mi stepdad and he started telling me i was fat so i stopped eating all together , that lasted for a week...it was quite horrible, but i felt so damn weak... i try to explain why ...but nobody quite understands that there is not but one particular reason, but rather a million, no one under stands though, so i sit on mi steps and think to myself should i do it again, its like an addiction once yew get started yew dont kno how to stop.... No one understands and ive finally realized thats how its always gonna be.... Life is gonna have to turn around for me...or i might not see it tomarrow... im thankful that one of my friends stopped me before i put myslef in the hospital or possibly killed myslef, i as on that route, but thanks to one friend who really cared about me...i didnt get that far..and i never will. matter of fact im going to a psciatrist. Thanks to one friend who stood up and told me what i meant in this world, i hope every1 has a friend like her, who would be there for yew when ever yew need it most. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 72 [informant] => poetrygirl1991 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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