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[aid] => mick
[title] => the Voice of Innocenss
[time] => 2004-07-29 16:43:37
[hometext] => this poems kinda like a story..i dunno, tell me what 'cha think!
[bodytext] => climb into the tub filled with water the water seems to sparkle just like the way my eyes used to but thats all over now it all stopped after i changed float to the bottom and slowly let out my air watch as the bubbles rise o the surface my lungs begin to burn there is a screaming in my head ive been trying so hard to make it go away its the screaming soul of my child self i break to the surface takeing in gulps of air why dose it always do that just when ive almost done it it crys and stops me from acomplishing it all too selfish to let me go of all this misery my heart cant take anymore of this each day it fills with pain, hurt and regret do i have a purpose is it to let others feel better of themselfs because i was born i used to be a caring person now i dont care about anything im just so dead inside just numb i dont feel comfortable in this skin any more it just isnt me i lean back into the water and watch my hair curl around my body i think to myself dont listen to it i cover my ears to try and block out its crys its voice seems too echo through out the liquid expanse i slam my head repeatedly onto the walls they slowly come closer locking me in ever closer i slowly scrunch my self up into a tiny ball my last breath catchs in my throat as i scream along with the voice of my child soul [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 36 [informant] => TwEeK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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