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My note of stains.
Contributed by
deathdrop
on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 02:14:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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No one see’s,
The pain I hold.
No one understands,
Why I feel cold.
And if I was stabbed,
We may ALL no why,
But weather it happens or not,
I still wanna die…
Threats will be threats, words, words.
But in the end, I still feel like dirt!
And all the while, I cry and type.
Nothing changes, I WANNA TAKE MY LIFE!
I wanna escape, and never return.
Read my words! Then maybe you’ll learn.
Only, I won’t, since there’s no where to go.
And weather I leave or not, I’ll still be alone.
And when I’m found, I’ll return to the “Mental Zone”.
The future is known, ‘coz through my past it’s been shown…
And then I’ll be labeled and rushed with the questions.
And told I was dumb, to take up my actions.
And no one will understand, even if I explain.
I’ll just be treated, like I’m mentally insane.
Like I don’t have feelings, and like I don’t hurt.
I’m sick of being treated, like I’m nothing but dirt.
Then talked to all quiet like I’m some sleeping baby.
Then shouted at more, when I hold my head saying “I’M NOT CRAZY!”
Then be put back in a cell, with my head for HOURS,
And expected to cope, and see nice things like flowers…
Not hear the flying screams that whistle through the air.
Nor the chanting names that say no one cares.
That make me wish that I could die.
Only I know the truth is that I’ll be denied.
No matter how many times I try,
For me, nothing exists like suicide.
Nothing but the words, of screaming cries...
And the twisted truth of my broken life.
I’m expected to receive those frightening illusions,
Of dead people that burn my emotions.
… And when I say what I have seen,
It’s like I’m a ghost, ‘coz they just look through me.
And when I cry, I get ignored.
That’s why I don’t talk, about my dreams any more.
That why when I break, I bottle it inside,
‘Coz the more I think, the more I wanna commit suicide.
… Writing’s the only way to release it away.
But I know it’ll all come back, now you’ve read my “Note of Stains!”
Copyright ©
deathdrop
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2004-07-13 14:14:47]
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Re: My note of stains.
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by Rhea on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 06:12:09 PM AEST
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| Awesome work of art! It is so deep and personal....I love it! I'm sorry you are going through this pain but you vent it well! Congrats! |
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Re: My note of stains.
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by gery_giggles on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 08:47:53 PM AEST
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wow..so raw...very good.i remember feeling like this but stay strong!...if you ever need to talk i'm around
luv always |
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Re: My note of stains.
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by screwup on
Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 04:26:42 PM AEST
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| beautiful piece of work!!! Don't worry, I feel like this 24/7 you are not alone in this fight aginst suicide. Sometimes I cover my ears because I hear myself screaming-only-....it's coming from the inside...and my mouth isn't even open. |
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Re: My note of stains.
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by Crash on
Wednesday, 5th January 2005 @ 12:50:43 AM AEST
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| Quite long, very emotional, damn good poem! I myself use my pen to vent my suicidal thoughts i the hope that someday the lil voice in my head will quit telling me them, but hey, sh!t happens. I feel this poem, I understand where it comes from, and I only wish i could write one half as good as this. |
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