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*Suicide*

Contributed by Val on Tuesday, 17th September 2002 @ 08:07:09 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I have realized who I am,
And that I can't ever change.
I don't want to accept myself,
Cuz I feel so very strange.

I have nobody to run to,
And nowhere to go.
My life has no purpose,
Believe me, I know.

This is hard for me to admit,
But it's something I'm gonna have to do.
Everyone says they'll be there for me,
Emma's the only one who's true.

People just have to learn,
That I'm not joking and I will.
Dear God, what am I doing,
I love myself but still.

Nobody's taking this seriously,
Hello, this ain't no joke.
Maybe I'll burn down the house,
And smother myself in the smoke.

Suicide's all I think about,
That's all that's on my mind.
It was practically written on my forehead,
Didn't you see the sign?

I wonder if I'll be missed,
It really doesn't seem like it.
I have a pretty good idea,
My wrist I'll have to slit.

People say my thoughts are dumb,
But that's not what I think.
I have done it and it doesn't hurt,
As the blood drips in the sink.

I am so confused right now,
With these thoughts in my head.
I know suicide's my answer,
With it dripping down my arm in red.

Everyone says I need help,
But the cutting takes the pain away.
I don't think I be around much longer,
For May 31st will be my last day.

Copyright © Val ... [ 2002-09-17 20:07:09]
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Re: *Suicide* (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Tuesday, 29th April 2003 @ 09:21:39 AM AEST
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I found your poem a cry for help. And I am sure that if you do succeed, you will be missed.Just remember that suicide is a permanent solution to temporary problems.
Good luck.
A very good poem.

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