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Array ( [sid] => 96019 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => this is my story [time] => 2005-05-27 22:04:48 [hometext] => sorry so increabily long [bodytext] => i found a knife
im thinking now
i found my collection
i lay them out in front of me

in front of me i see
knifes, razors,
glass, scrapes of metal,
liters and various sharp objects

i found me
i found all the things
i use to express
my artwork

as i touch them
remembering fondly
of how i felt
wen i cut

theres a story
a memory
behind every scar
on this body

im sick
of this *****
i pick up a cigarrette
and light it

savoring the taste
it'll be my last
quickly trying to decide
wat to use

i carefully chose
my favorite two
the glass and a knife
my only friends these days

as i put out my cigarette
i picked up the glass
so if i should go
they could see

see very clearly my blood
that i spilt bc of them
i roll up my pant legs
easy and smooth, no rush

i think of my favorite
things to draw
wen i have the bad:
a snake and a spade

memories and symbols
of my other half
they are always
with me, no exceptions

another reason for this
choice was for him
to let him know i had to go
and that i loved him above all

i knew he would understand
he always did
but i had to let him know
bc this would kill him

i pull the glass
over my drawings
pushing hard
thinking of all the bad times

i put the glass down
its useless now
its all to red and slippery
to try anymore

as i trace my veins
the blood meets my flesh
fresh from the wound
so red and beautiful

i had done it
i put down the knife
got off the floor
and slowly got into bed

my parents found my body
the next day
wrapped up in my
favorite thumbbuddy sheets

i was so young
but had nothng
to live for anymore
im dead, and this is my story [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 36 [informant] => visualizing_life [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

this is my story

Contributed by visualizing_life on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 10:04:48 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

i found a knife
im thinking now
i found my collection
i lay them out in front of me

in front of me i see
knifes, razors,
glass, scrapes of metal,
liters and various sharp objects

i found me
i found all the things
i use to express
my artwork

as i touch them
remembering fondly
of how i felt
wen i cut

theres a story
a memory
behind every scar
on this body

im sick
of this *****
i pick up a cigarrette
and light it

savoring the taste
it'll be my last
quickly trying to decide
wat to use

i carefully chose
my favorite two
the glass and a knife
my only friends these days

as i put out my cigarette
i picked up the glass
so if i should go
they could see

see very clearly my blood
that i spilt bc of them
i roll up my pant legs
easy and smooth, no rush

i think of my favorite
things to draw
wen i have the bad:
a snake and a spade

memories and symbols
of my other half
they are always
with me, no exceptions

another reason for this
choice was for him
to let him know i had to go
and that i loved him above all

i knew he would understand
he always did
but i had to let him know
bc this would kill him

i pull the glass
over my drawings
pushing hard
thinking of all the bad times

i put the glass down
its useless now
its all to red and slippery
to try anymore

as i trace my veins
the blood meets my flesh
fresh from the wound
so red and beautiful

i had done it
i put down the knife
got off the floor
and slowly got into bed

my parents found my body
the next day
wrapped up in my
favorite thumbbuddy sheets

i was so young
but had nothng
to live for anymore
im dead, and this is my story

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Re: this is my story (User Rating: 1 )
by Kitty06 on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 10:47:17 PM AEST
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This is an amazing poem, you really did a good job with it. I feel sorry though, poetry comes with a heavy price. I understand that there must be so many things torturing you right now, it spells it clearly in your poem. The whole thing in your poem about the glass was brilliant. A little window to your dying soul. Beautifully chilling.

Re: this is my story (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 10:51:12 PM AEST
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Very sad write.
Still u gotta live for yourself not someone else.
Hope this is jus writing.
huggs, prayer,
emy

Re: this is my story (User Rating: 1 )
by bethers_is_my_baby on Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 09:09:47 AM AEST
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wow! great job! i actually felt the pain in my leg as u cut urs!! great job! :)

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