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Giving Up

Contributed by jsajacobanderson on Monday, 8th May 2006 @ 04:49:26 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

the patience i am needing
to wait for death to engulf me
is more than i can bare
i dont think i can wait any more

im sitting on my bed with
my head just flying around to find
a way to make the suffering end
without staining the carpet red

i have a rifle in the closet
i have a razor on my bed stand
i have a window to the roof
but no high enough spot to land

no one loves me they all hate me
they look at me with malice
in there eyes like somthing dirty
i tried to fit in but nothing i did would suffice

maybe if i die they'll be sorry
for how they treated me
and made me feel so unworthy for
the air that i was breathing

Maybe there right
maybe i shouldnt be here
maybe i am the lowest of the low
why do they even care

i loved a girl
who had denied me
because she was
all high and mighty

i tried many costumes
to try to fit in
i had no help from
those who should have cared

why cant i find someone
that i can call my own
but ill always be alone

its comforting to die
to be covered in darkness
where i cant hear the voices
of a thousand people who could care less

so i go into the bathroom
so therell be less of a mess
ran a bath to muffle the sound
as i pointed it at my chest

i heard the click as the
hammer hit and yet
i was still alive
with the gun still pointed
at me chest
why didnt i die
because it wasnt my time to die
i will live and i will SURVIVE

Copyright © jsajacobanderson ... [ 2006-05-08 16:49:26]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Giving Up (User Rating: 1 )
by kaitee on Monday, 8th May 2006 @ 04:57:38 PM AEST
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wow.......what an intense poem...
i could really feel the emotion

~Kaitee

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