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[aid] => mick
[title] => the end
[time] => 2005-06-06 08:17:57
[hometext] => *** i wrote this like 5 years ago, lol (actualy my first poem, and still one of ma favs, but yea,i was put in tha state loonie bin for depression after i wrote this, lol, so here it is***
[bodytext] => When life's so bad you want to die, you plan your death everyday. you sit around and wonder why things ever got this way you wonder how it got so bad so hard to live to stay to stay in this world so mean, so cruel that you want to pass away. when you're so caught up you don't even care, whats on the other side all you can do is sit on the floor and cry, and cry, and cry. you no longer have control over what you say or do. theres so much pain and grief and anguish, you don't know where to start. there cant possibly be enough love in this world to mend your broken heart you contemplate the many ways the slow, the quick, the painless. everything is ready now, your heart is beating fast. you want to get it over with, but the courage you cannot grasp. you try and try to do the deed, but you've lost all sense of time you try and try to get it done but you cant commit the crime you doubt your line of thinking is the choice you're making right? maybe you should put it off do it tomorrow night. you only want to stop the pain make it go away you don't want to have to end it this way, but you fell you have no choice. you don't want to have to leave today, but you know you have no choice. its almost over you think to yourself, just one more and you're gone. your best friend calls you as your body hits the floor. you fade away into darkness, darkness, the end. Copyright ©2005 Amanda Hope Indelicato [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 72 [informant] => bethers_is_my_baby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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