Array ( [sid] => 7734 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => No title [time] => 2002-12-01 03:00:00 [hometext] => I wrote this poem when I was going through some tough times.... [bodytext] => If I don't wake up tomorrow what would you say?
Would you come to my funeral with my family and pray?
Would you stare at my body for hours wondering whether or not I'm playing dead? Would you wish it would be you instead?
Wonder all you want but this body is dead...spiritually I'll be in heaven is what the prest will say.

Will you think of all the good times we had together and begin to cry? And begin to wonder why I had to die. You ask yourself "why" over and over again. Why my life had to be so short and why you can't ever see my face again.
I said that I'd always be your friend until the end...but did you know that my life was already at its end?
Don't worry about me, I've finally met peace now. But what I want to know is if you'll still think of me 20 years from now?
I thought I'd live until I'd be 90. But thoughts can change when I found out that my life was just a game. A game that I could never win. A game that lasted so long it would never end until some people lost then the last person standing would win. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to survive this pain. The kind of pain that tears you apart inside and out. The pain causes you to literally go insane...then the insanity drives you to where I am now.
I'm beginning to taste death and it isn't that bad.
I'll end this by saying life is just a bunch of memories and when they die out...we'll no one will remember me when I'm gone [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Gin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide ) Your Poetry Dot Com - No title


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Date: Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 03:00:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Gin
If I don't wake up tomorrow what would you say?
Would you come to my funeral with my family and pray?
Would you stare at my body for hours wondering whether or not I'm playing dead? Would you wish it would be you instead?
Wonder all you want but this body is dead...spiritually I'll be in heaven is what the prest will say.

Will you think of all the good times we had together and begin to cry? And begin to wonder why I had to die. You ask yourself "why" over and over again. Why my life had to be so short and why you can't ever see my face again.
I said that I'd always be your friend until the end...but did you know that my life was already at its end?
Don't worry about me, I've finally met peace now. But what I want to know is if you'll still think of me 20 years from now?
I thought I'd live until I'd be 90. But thoughts can change when I found out that my life was just a game. A game that I could never win. A game that lasted so long it would never end until some people lost then the last person standing would win. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to survive this pain. The kind of pain that tears you apart inside and out. The pain causes you to literally go insane...then the insanity drives you to where I am now.
I'm beginning to taste death and it isn't that bad.
I'll end this by saying life is just a bunch of memories and when they die out...we'll no one will remember me when I'm gone

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