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The End

Contributed by nail-to-the-head on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 08:47:58 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I sit and watch my life go by,
a mysterious moon sets in the sky,
dark clouds pass over my life,
the glimpse of a blade of a knife,
it would be so easy to draw a line,
the line of my life on my small frail wrist,
jagged and sharp, with misery and dismay,
the path of my life path, i'v lost my way,
as the blade cuts deep into my vain,
dirty blood, filled with anger and hate
slowley drains from my body,

a sudden release from reality,
a haven place is seen,
bright lights and voices surround me,
my body feels so clean,
I dont know what to do,
do I scream with fear of what is to come next,
or pray that I fall quickly and die,
an escape from life, the only way out,
why must the end be like this.




Copyright © nail-to-the-head ... [ 2004-04-12 20:47:58]
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Re: The End (User Rating: 1 )
by LiquidChaos on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 09:06:29 PM AEST
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so incredably true. every word of this spills with reality. i've felt exactly like this. beautiful writing. keep it up!

addie


Re: The End (User Rating: 1 )
by YoungUnwanted on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 10:56:04 PM AEST
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Wow...I like this! Like..Alot! I hate it when people say that they know exactly how I feel and all that so I'll do you the courtesy of NOT saying that. I will say however to hang in there 'cause you're not alone. As for the poem..lol. It's a really great write, I love how it flows. I especially like the line: "dirty blood, filled with anger and hate". *nods* Awesome awesome! Thanks so much for sharing this!

--YoungUnwanted




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