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Anymore

Contributed by willow_tara72002 on Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 12:42:39 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I am ashamed of who I am
Cause the things you say
In a certain way,
I feel I have nothing to live for
I’m doing my best but I just need to be alone

Now I want to die
I don’t want to cry
I don’t want to try
And why,
Do you make me feel like that

I don’t want to be me
I don’t want to see
Pain I cause everyone else
And myself

I’m not afraid,
But I need the blade
To take away the pain I feel
I have nothing left
Everyone hates me, they do
Me too

I’m nothing at all
I’m nothing
I’m a freak
I’m disgisting
I’m sick
I am nothing.

That’s how you make me feel
Like this pain is just to real,
To go on
I wish I would die
No one would cry,
Why should I try
Anymore
I don’t want to be anything anymore
I don’t want to live anymore

You make me feel shame
Like I’m the one to blame
I don’t want to live anymore




Copyright © willow_tara72002 ... [ 2004-06-08 12:42:39]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Anymore (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 12:45:43 PM AEST
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Obviously the emotion is there-
I wish there weren't so many references to self inflicted wounds these days, and am sad that it is there for you. Ihope writing helps you to work through this.


Re: Anymore (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 12:49:36 PM AEST
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This is a great poem, I can relate........
((((HUGS))))
Takecare,


Pixie xx




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