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Chris, it's not worth it

Contributed by kellros on Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 08:54:33 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



I see a guy walking into the classroom,
picking a seat next to me,
i hear the teacher asking him a question,
and i hear her making fun of him.

I see him clench his hands to his face,
i see his eyes start to water in pain,
i see the decision he has made,
that he doesn't want to go through all of life again...

I take notice as he takes out a pencil and stabs it into his arm, the lead breaks and he find another substitute... I again watch as he stabs a pen into his arm... i see him slightly start to shake....

For the last time i see him take something out of his bag, while the teacher continiously babbles on about the test and he's still in pain....

From his bag, he removes a scicsor, he pushed it hard against his arm, then he notices the blood, and knew it wasn't blunt...

I put my hand against his arm and told him
it's not worth it,
but it was to late now, he was ready to take his life...
and i knew it....
he cuts himself once...
twice...
three times....
then he takes out a pan and jabs it into his arm...
now i am ignoring everyone else, just watching him, wondering about things that have been done and said....

He cuts himself again with his sciscors continiously, i put up my hand and said:
"Teacher, please help him"

She walked to him and asked him what was wrong, then saw the blood and knew something was going on.... she told another to go fetch anyone they could find, someone else grabbed the other hand with the sciscors to keep them away from his arm....

When i saw again, he was rubbing his thumb against the balde so hard, it was almost halfway through....

Then we were told to walk outside,
outside i paced in a straight line, afterwards leaning against a tree, totally calm,
but then i realize and see all the others, actually laughing and talking like nothings wrong,
i noticed that no one actually cares,
they just keep singing their own song

~my wish for Chris is to live another day, even though i only know his name, i'll pray for him, i ask you to do the same, and this happened today, last period.... Well... i saved him for another day, i can't say he won't try again :(" just think about the people who suicide, and their pain, it's all i ask of you




Copyright © kellros ... [ 2004-03-09 08:54:33]
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Re: Chris, it's not worth it (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:43:40 AM AEST
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as i set here reading this it put cold chills all over me..I traveled down that same road before...but i suddenly opened up my eyes and realized it wasn't worth it...I'll keep him in my prayers always....


Re: Chris, it's not worth it (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 01:26:14 PM AEST
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Praying for Chris. Thanks for sharing. Don't ever question if it's worth doing. It always is.
Stitch


Re: Chris, it's not worth it (User Rating: 1 )
by thuginchiq on Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 04:29:36 PM AEST
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ur poem made me cry becuz i used to be like that until one of my friends died of suicide and my xbf has been doing it for years. its never worth it. i realized that when i looked at my friend who passed and knew that he had his whole life ahead of him to make those problems alright. now he doesnt have that chance but we all do and we should take it. ur porm really touched me. good job and ill keep chris in my prayers. God Bless.


Re: Chris, it's not worth it (User Rating: 1 )
by thuginchiq on Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 04:30:17 PM AEST
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ur poem made me cry becuz i used to be like that until one of my friends died of suicide and my xbf has been doing it for years. its never worth it. i realized that when i looked at my friend who passed and knew that he had his whole life ahead of him to make those problems alright. now he doesnt have that chance but we all do and we should take it. ur poem really touched me. good job and ill keep chris in my prayers. God Bless.




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