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[aid] => mick
[title] => heart
[time] => 2004-06-17 14:09:28
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[bodytext] => As I look down I realize my nails haven't been cut for weeks They're growing so long and the enamel is so strong Then I think my life is incredibly painful and with no meaning In a split second I decide its time to put it to an end Gently I run my fingers across my skin careful not to dig in Then I pull out my long depressed note from my bag I lay it in the center of the floor for everyone to see The telephone rings and I quietly and very slowly answer Its one of those damn sales people so I hang it up I go back to my bed where I had been laying I slowly pull my black shirt up so it's out of the way Then I pull my sleeves up off my fingertips to my shoulders I rest my hand over my chest right above my heart With one quick motion I puncture the skin with my nails I keep dragging and reaching in until I find what I'm looking for The thing that has been broken so many times before My heart is thumping and pounding against my hand I grasp it with my closed fist and hold tightly Suddenly I find the strength to rip it out In my hand I hold the thing that's caused me so much pain I stare it through tearful eyes and begin to cry I throw it on the floor and smash it cuz it's already broken In an instant I feel warm and calm and peaceful There is a bright soothing light shining on me I feel like I'm rising and I look down and see me My lifeless body on the floor and still holding my heart I see my mom go downstairs and find the body I hear her shrieks and see her fall crying My dad races downstairs, he is shocked but not sad Then I'm out of the world and face to face with my father [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deadbloodyrose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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