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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Dying
[time] => 2002-12-31 18:20:00
[hometext] => *Written the same time as the last one* [bodytext] => I think that I am dying Slumped on the floor Everything going black and fuzzy The blood still swiftly flowing There's nothing I can do now Except watch the blood Pump through my fingers Maybe I deserved this Oh, it hurts to think about the pain Surrounded by red, spent kleenexes I realize I want to live, But can the want stop the blood? For blood is life I think I've lost to much life Even if I hadn't lost all this blood I'm a miserable beast I can't stop the tears I let them fall I must live! Head spinning As I stand and fall Like so many times before Gritting my teeth to keep from screaming Primal, in my want to live To not become fertilizer For this evil world Which has taken so much And not given back... anything Mommy, do I deserve this much pain? I don't feel much anymore Is that good? My bloodied hands stain the wall I lean against it, to keep from falling, But my slick hands slip And I crash to one knee I look at the stained wall With my handprints, many times over And I realize with these hands I took a life I slump over and wonder Will they throw my carcass in jail? Please no... I mutter silently Then my fighting heart Gives its final gasp And my life, like a candle Sputters and dies [comments] => 8 [counter] => 307 [topic] => 36 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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