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I Died

Contributed by marionette on Saturday, 25th March 2006 @ 01:43:43 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide






I died today, can't remember why
In the shadows, here I lie.
Might've drowned. might've choked
Might've gone through a stroke.

Was thinking hard, really hard
What was whole is now in shard.
Killed my mind, stabbed my heart
Wanna end, don't wanna start.

Died already, passed away
No more waiting, night and day.
Brought up fear, or maybe hate
That's probably why I'm in a different state.

Broken heart, wasted soul
I'm merely a wandering ghoul.
I killed myself, died today
Been wandering too much, no where to stay.

Stuck inside my world of illusion
Where death and life is just confusion.
Emotions sucked out, dried out waste
No sweet smell, just a bitter taste.

Fall on the ground, lifeless eyes
In a dim world, the dead cries.
Broken graves, swirling cloud
As raven shrieks, too, too loud.

No more days, just the nights
No more happy, no more light.
Already dead, nothing more
Smashed up heart, blood and gore.

Don't mind me, just step on me
Keep on walking, you won't see.
Because I'm dead, can't remember why
I was born, so I will die.

Gone from the world, gone from fear
Just pretend I was never here.




Copyright © marionette ... [ 2006-03-25 01:43:43]
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Re: I Died (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 25th March 2006 @ 02:02:52 AM AEST
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Good luck and keep faith!
Very good write btw. :)


Re: I Died (User Rating: 1 )
by EverlastingDawn on Saturday, 25th March 2006 @ 09:23:35 AM AEST
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Great poem
Hope you feel better
Amazing imagery and flow
Good Write

~Dawn




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