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Why

Contributed by SuicidalSon on Monday, 15th December 2003 @ 09:47:13 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Sometimes my mind just goes away
To a place I can't recall
And in this place my mind will stay
Untill the downward fall
Makes me think of when I would play
With my children when they were small
Now they know that I'm not OK
And I never get a call

Why? Is the question I ask.
Did God make me this way
Why? Is this life a task.
Untill our finall day
Why? In our pains we bask
Untill we do decay
Why? Can't I wear a mask
And change my life today

The answers I'll never know
So I'll just let myself go
The answers come way to slow
My mind will soon explode

So I'll leave now no reason to wait
My life decides my fate
Goodbye freinds its not to late
I will not procreate




Copyright © SuicidalSon ... [ 2003-12-15 09:47:13]
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Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by M on Monday, 15th December 2003 @ 09:52:55 AM AEST
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Wow, this is so well written, i'm stuck for words.
Don't give up, because you may not have found that thing worth staying for yet, but i'm sure it will come soon.
EmilyxXx


Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by afraid_of_fear on Monday, 15th December 2003 @ 05:38:25 PM AEST
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This is such a good poem.. please try to hold on, give it time and maybe your questions will be answered soon enough..
charlotte x_x_x


Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by EmSal on Monday, 15th December 2003 @ 09:17:34 PM AEST
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Too many questions of why aren't there...but anyways excellent write. All the best.

Emma.




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