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Why??

Contributed by Piper on Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 09:07:39 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



He sits in the dark
wondering what his reason is
why he's in this world
He cant think of anything
So he picks up the blade
He slices it down his wrist
He sees the blood
He feels the pain
He cant breath
Its getting cold
Its getting dark
For some reason he wakes
He is lost
Why did he live
What made him survive
Months pass, he finds me
He found out why he lived that night
He told me the reason was me




Copyright © Piper ... [ 2004-05-04 09:07:39]
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Re: Why?? (User Rating: 1 )
by LiquidChaos on Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 10:45:39 AM AEST
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this poem kinda reminds me of 'the reason' by hoobastank...i like this--and its good that he's found a reason to live on. keep it up!


Re: Why?? (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 03:40:35 PM AEST
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pretty poem, hope that the knife gets put away now...
~Remy~


Re: Why?? (User Rating: 1 )
by morelikelyrics on Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 10:34:21 PM AEST
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*shiver* quite morbid....

wow, i really hope things get better. I have a friend who was in a similar situation and things turned out for the better. I really wish you the best of all, and a hapy future with your relationship...

However, I would like to applaud you on a job well-done. This poem was frighteningly beautiful, and eerie. I loved the last part:

"He found out why he lived that night
He told me the reason was me"

Keep it up!!!

~Morelikelyrics
If they can land a man on the moon,
then surely I can land upon your heart.




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