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Torn
Contributed by
N2Deep
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Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:06:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I slam the door
I hate them
What the hell do they want from me?
The adrenaline pumps so hard
I’m getting dizzy
I can’t let out my anger
Everything in reach is just out of touch
Then I remember, my hope lies in that drawer
The walk from here to there seems to take forever
The walk of death, like an inmate
Suddenly I feel like I’m looking through a microscope
My vision has been magnified
Sounds are muffled
I hear my heart and my breathing all around me
The silver metal glistens as the sunlight grazes its surface
My sacrifice, my salvation
Hanging in my hand
Breathing heavy in rage
They will pay
They will learn
Only I have the right
Searing over my skin the cold metal
Making a smooth cut
My skin to blade, a bond made by choice
I cry in pain and laugh at my victory
I win; Only I can hurt me!
The red paint flows wildly
I feel them leaving me
Or am I leaving them?
Either way this feeling… I’m free
Laying on my floor
I have never been more focused
Slipping, dying… alone
To die and be reborn
Or to gain what’s rightfully mine
You see…
I control me!
Not you
ME!!!
Copyright ©
N2Deep
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2004-06-08 14:06:14]
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Re: Torn
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by pixie on
Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:09:44 PM AEST
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Very deep, greatly worded
pixie xx |
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Re: Torn
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by eviegirl on
Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:11:07 PM AEST
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| an interesting insite. sometimes death can be freedom, but who exactly is it freeing? the one who died, or those left behind? |
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