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letter from the hopeless prole
Contributed by
yeboaheu
on
Wednesday, 25th July 2012 @ 08:25:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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When I die,
***** it,
go on,
send me to hell.
Cuz vice is the cost of pleasure,
that ain't found where angels dwell
Picture me
frolic in heaven with the prudes and goodies
can you believe that *****?
no more blunts, beers or fat booties.
God would even have me on those ten commandments,
no sin and no play,
just prayer and worship.
No more earthly bonds and worries
lounging in paradise,
what's that worth?
I can't do me so ***** eternal life.
Early on was taught life's pursuit of profit
became a hopeless victim of the punch clock promise.
the dreary routine,
the mundane motions
mama should have spared us both and got a damn abortion.
Life just seemed so bright
during the days when you were younger
grown a little older
now I sit forlorn and wonder,
I wonder if I died,
if anyone would cry,
I've affected nothing so I can't imagine why.
So should I,
jump off a bridge,
end all this *********?
Put the "9"
up to my dome
and get this done quick.
But wait
there's all that red
maybe instead
I'll skip the mess
I see the cabinet to my left.
The reapers scythe is sharpened
my thread found by the fates
So I open up the box
and remove the plastic case.
I can't continue living on in this pathetic state
3 twists
2 gulps
…..
my last headache.
Copyright ©
yeboaheu
... [
2012-07-25 20:25:03]
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Re: letter from the hopeless prole
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by Stalkee on
Wednesday, 25th July 2012 @ 09:08:10 PM AEST
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Such an emotionally charged piece of writing, so raw and honest. I've been where you are, I've questioned my existence many times. I've even been to the edge of the bridge before. What we've got to remember is that, even though we feel we've had no impact at times, you can never truly know what you've done. Sometimes we do things for other people that seem so trivial in our minds, but they end up being a huge deal to the other person. Heck, you simply choosing to post this poem on this site has affected me.
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Re: letter from the hopeless prole
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by soulsongs on
Wednesday, 25th July 2012 @ 09:08:31 PM AEST
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| I can feel your pain in your words. I know it well. Keep on releasing through those words! |
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