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[aid] => mick
[title] => bloody wednesday
[time] => 2005-06-01 15:02:22
[hometext] => i hope you guys like this..please comment good or bad
[bodytext] => running up the stairs screaming my head off..but nobody listens..nobody cares punching holes in every wall throwing myself on the bed..asking myself why i feel so small about 20 mins later i start to calm down wishing i had someone to talk to..but no one is around worst day of my life mumbling to myself as i get out my knife death gripping this knife while sitting in this corner heart pounding harder than ever face beat red with stained cheeks rocking back and forth and hearing the floor creak desperate to die so sick of constantly asking God why everything is so bunnyed up for me but you dont listen, you wont take the time to see why cant i just be like any other teenager? why is my soul only filled up with hate and anger? why do people look at me different? what am i suppose to represent? i dont know, and i dont care i just want to take this one last breath of air i cant take it anymore why cant things be like how they were before? when my parents use to say they loved me when i had friends who said they cared for me when my boyfriend said he'll always be there for me when my life made sense you were always there when i needed someone to talk to you were always there when i didnt know what to do you were always there when a hug or someone to cry on and you were always there when i had micheal.....my son your going to be there when they find my body in this closet corner and maybe your cold heart will feel alittle bit warmer laying there helpless all bloody what a great night to die on this wonderful wednesday you might have been there but that doesnt mean you care you lied to me for all these years i know because your not here to help me dry these tears thinking to myself one last time praying to God one last time this is it this is the end stabbing the knife into me nobody hears me screaming with so much pain but still stabbing again and again sliding down the wall and hitting the floor seeing blood spattering everywhere and still wanting more eyes wide open and cant stop shaking gasping for air but my heart is aching that was it, that was the end for me you'll be there to see me in my casket but you didnt care then you dont care now and you will never care [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 6 [informant] => sp3llicup [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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