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Array ( [sid] => 58989 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Bright Light [time] => 2004-08-05 10:49:13 [hometext] => My last poem was about suicide. A lot of ppl commented not to write stuff like that. And know that I look at it It scared me, and now I think i'm a little psycho so Im never writing a suicide or sad poem agin. [bodytext] => I was scared. I was sad. I was mad at myself. As I looked down on the sheet of paper which I had written something. Why would I write suck crap and then put it up for all to see? That's just not like me. Why would I write something so horrible? Now when people read it they think it's true. Oh my god what do I do. I don't feel this way so where did i this come from. Is it because almost all of my pets died from mysterious things. Is it because my uncle drove his truck into the river. Is it because my friend almost committed suicide. Man I'd never have the guts to do that and plus I dont want to. In fact this poem I made came from alot of the things she tried to do to herself. Accept that her hand had never reached a gun. And a knife had never pierced her heart. And now I look aside and I see a bright light. I tear up the horrible poem and walk away. Who cares what other people think as long as I know the truth? I know that I dont want to kill muself. It was just a poem. So now I walk away. Towards a bright light. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Dark_Cloud_ [notes] => (Edited by Mod_11 for spelling) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
A Bright Light

Contributed by Dark_Cloud_ on Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 10:49:13 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



I was scared. I was sad. I was mad at myself. As I looked down on the sheet of paper which I had written something. Why would I write suck crap and then put it up for all to see? That's just not like me. Why would I write something so horrible? Now when people read it they think it's true. Oh my god what do I do. I don't feel this way so where did i this come from. Is it because almost all of my pets died from mysterious things. Is it because my uncle drove his truck into the river. Is it because my friend almost committed suicide. Man I'd never have the guts to do that and plus I dont want to. In fact this poem I made came from alot of the things she tried to do to herself. Accept that her hand had never reached a gun. And a knife had never pierced her heart. And now I look aside and I see a bright light. I tear up the horrible poem and walk away. Who cares what other people think as long as I know the truth? I know that I dont want to kill muself. It was just a poem. So now I walk away. Towards a bright light.




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