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Array ( [sid] => 51397 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Just another one of my cries for help [time] => 2004-06-11 00:40:11 [hometext] => yeah yeah yeah I know I shouldnt kill myself...honestly tell me you care...well do you??? *looks confused*??? [bodytext] => I look around the room
my hands they start to shake
I run myself to the bathroom
I begin to cry I look beyond fake
I stand on the toilet reach above the mirror
I pull down the answer
the answer makes me real
My eyes they look glossy
my hands they wont keep still
I'm afraid if I cut to deep I'd be the one to kill
I hate those words you told me
ou say you need to be free
I've had enough, I give up
Im the one to see
The blood it slowly forms a line
my eyes they are darkening and shine
the blood it drips to the flooe
as I rest my head on the door...
I lower my head and
watch it slowly slowly pour
I dont care, I cant care...
I don't want to do this anymore
I run the hot water over the devil...
it's only a revel that is a crimson red
at first I wish I had wound up dead...
I look at all the other scars...
and think back to all the other days
what would my life be without all this *****
I know the answer wouldnt be this...
I think what is it...???
would I be happier???
would this be me???
you know what?
just ***** it
let me be... [comments] => 9 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Living_In_My_Dream [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Just another one of my cries for help

Contributed by Living_In_My_Dream on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 12:40:11 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I look around the room
my hands they start to shake
I run myself to the bathroom
I begin to cry I look beyond fake
I stand on the toilet reach above the mirror
I pull down the answer
the answer makes me real
My eyes they look glossy
my hands they wont keep still
I'm afraid if I cut to deep I'd be the one to kill
I hate those words you told me
ou say you need to be free
I've had enough, I give up
Im the one to see
The blood it slowly forms a line
my eyes they are darkening and shine
the blood it drips to the flooe
as I rest my head on the door...
I lower my head and
watch it slowly slowly pour
I dont care, I cant care...
I don't want to do this anymore
I run the hot water over the devil...
it's only a revel that is a crimson red
at first I wish I had wound up dead...
I look at all the other scars...
and think back to all the other days
what would my life be without all this *****
I know the answer wouldnt be this...
I think what is it...???
would I be happier???
would this be me???
you know what?
just ***** it
let me be...




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Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 01:03:42 AM AEST
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Ive been there to many times to count. life can be so cruel. good poem very emotional, I care if it matters.... A+++


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 02:14:24 AM AEST
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Very sad but you've made your plea well. The writing is great but the subject breakss my heart.
luv, huggs,
emy


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by hannahbanana on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 02:31:54 AM AEST
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so sad.i really feel for you.i hope your cries are answered. take care.


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by rugby_player on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 05:36:13 AM AEST
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I do care..you should know this by now.. Anywho very good write..this one had a lot of emotion put into it.....I keep telling you your good..i'm like a broken record but you know whats one more time you good...so listen to me......I wish you wouldn't turn to cutting you have me to talk to. I'm always here for you....you a very close friend i've told you things i've told to k=no other. well gotta go......still training before i go to boot camp


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 07:15:32 AM AEST
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well written....and yes there are those of us who don't even know you but still care...one question do you really think that would end the pain?...Is not the soul immortal...if so then you just take that pain with you...are you really willing to risk that

Shari


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by WorthlesSanity666 on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 07:21:57 AM AEST
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I know how you feel, and I truely care. Please don't. I know you're tired of hearing this, but it's true. I've liveds through many nights/days like yours. I too have scars. Why, I tried just a short while ago. Just stay strong... There are other answers, there have to be... maybe you're meant to live so you can find them and touch other people's lives. I know how sick you are of hearing al this rambling *****, but if you cut too much, be prepared to hear it a lot more... Everyone has a purpose, a reason to live. For al you know you could be the person to find a cure to cancer, or maybe you're helping someone else saty alive. I care, and believe that you have may possibilities in your lifetime ahead. Just take it one day at a time. Just say to your self, "Just live through one more day."


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by LiquidChaos on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 08:13:06 AM AEST
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I know it hurts so much to have to resort to something so...opposite everything today stands for just to feel alive. To feel like you can face five more minutes. And most the time I feel the same. Cutting is a release, and it tends to scare people. But even if they don't understand, people DO care. It's easy to shove them in the back of your mind--to pin a lable on them and say 'they don't truely care because they havn't been there' but they're showing they care in the only way they know how. Sometimes we want to feel alone. To feel in control of our lives, we say 'no one gives a crap. they're all just feeding me lies' but hey. That's a choice you have to make. Cutting is something that should be stopped. We shouldn't have to turn to it. But the more immediate issue is why do you wish you were dead? I know I feel like that sometimes. I won't wear my seatbelt on the way to work figuring, if I die, I die. But thats no way to live. Talk to us. Let us help you. If this is a cry for help, then let us do so. We're here for you, no matter how lonly and hopeless things seem.

Awesome write. I wish I could express my feelings so well. Keep it up and don't give up!

Addie


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 08:41:57 AM AEST
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There are many people on here that do care, me for one, you have inner strength, you must have to be able to write about it...........
Your poem is very touching and speak volumes to me.....
takecare

Pixie xxx


Re: Just another one of my cries for help (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 11:34:47 AM AEST
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people care...people care or they wouldn't be sitting here writing this to you right now...i care...don't give up, just keep going. so many people sit there, telling everyone, yeah, cutting helps me, but it doesn't, it just makes everything so much worse...so many times i sit, tempted to cut again, but i don't...i'm stronger than that, and you are too. e-mail me if you ever need to talk, i'm always here to listen. beautiful poem xxx




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