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Didn't Win

Contributed by waos on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 11:31:18 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



I went to sleep last night,
and I saw a gun at my temple.
I saw the end.
I got up this morning,
and I saw the razor beside me.
I walked away.
I made it to lunch time,
and I heard all their voices.
I raised my eyes.
I saw the sunset,
and the sight made me cry.
I collapsed inside.
I sat before the computer,
and hollow words and people taunted me.
I felt the pain.
I crawled beneath the cool sheets,
and the razor spoke to me.
I held a tear within my hands.
I watched the moon rise,
and the music flowed around me.
I broke down.
I lifted the razor from beneath the cloth,
and I heard your voice inside my head.
I went deeper.
I fell away from all of you,
and I prayed that now you'd be happy.
I savored the pain.
I laid my head to rest a final time,
and I said my goodbyes to all of you.
I wished you'd understand.



~Jekyll




Copyright © waos ... [ 2004-08-30 23:31:18]
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Re: Didn't Win (User Rating: 1 )
by Sahara1617 on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 11:42:51 PM AEST
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Your poem spoke to me. I do understand. But what you need to do for your next one (and please dont stop), add more description, more feeling. I want to know how the razor feels... I want to know how it makes you feel. I want to know why cutting is your escape...those of us with the scars on our wrists would love to hear it. It would help us all to further understand ourselves.


Re: Didn't Win (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 07:01:46 AM AEST
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i understand you too.
i haven't cut for almost a week, and before that it was 2 months. i know how things can call saying how you need to cut and die.
you expressed how it works really well.
it's nice for me to know i'm not alone with this insanier, so thanks loads for putting this up!




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