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[sid] => 109806
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Bang
[time] => 2005-11-15 20:24:28
[hometext] => Ya another sucky poem sry.
[bodytext] => There’s no use anymore, In trying to improve your life, Nothings going to work, All that’s left is a knife. When something good finally comes around, Something always ruins it, I wasn’t meant to be happy, I’m starting to get used to it. My whole life is messed up, Everything is bad, But it wasn’t always this way, I wish I still lived the life I used to have. Day by day my life gets worse, When the slightest hint of happiness shoes, It disappears so quickly, I just want to let go. As the pressure builds up, I begin to go insane, I look at my arm, And stare at my veins. I press on the knife, As hard as I could, I cut so deep, Deeper they anyone ever would. One by one, My cuts get worse, It feels so good, My whole life is a curse. I finally put the knife down, Drenched with my blood, I fall asleep, Waiting for a new day to come. I being to wake up, My arms are kind of sore, I wait for something to happen, So I can hate my life even more. I go out into the living room, My dad suddenly sees me, He quickly comes over, And he begins to beat me. I run back to my room, And I soon start to realize, Nobody wants me here, My life is one big lie. I think some more, So many thoughts in my head, Not even my parents want me, They all wish I was dead. I see a gun, And quickly grab it, I sit there and stare, Its time I ended it. I couldn’t believe how easy it was, I put the gun to my head, I quickly pulled the trigger, A second later I was dead. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 59 [informant] => burningintherain14 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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