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Contributed by spyke_420 on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 10:49:49 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Prozac
They said it would help
Although they thought I was lieing
They saw the scars and asked me why
But all I could do was bow my head
They said they could help, but how?
They can't help me, no one can
With every puff and every cut I trie to ease my pain
Down a downer, up an upper
Suck a puff, sniff a line
Use what I can to cut my vain
To ease my pain
They put me in the white room with nothing but a window to keep me sain
Late in the night
Tie my sheet to the celling then to my neck
Jump off my bed
Break my neck with the jump
The pain is gone
But know I'm here on earth causing pain ot them and getting my reveng




Copyright © spyke_420 ... [ 2004-09-28 22:49:49]
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Re: Them (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 11:02:04 PM AEST
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The problem is: We have to read it to know whether or not we CAN get it. Do you get that??? People who haven't been there can't get it, that's a fact of life I think. I have and sometimes I still don't get it. Revenge will never come..forget aout it...you only hurt yourself. Life will go on for everyone but you...and once the shock of your death is over it will resume happily for everyone..so forget this revenge crud..it just doesn't apply to suicide .. you have to live to get revenge...and stop making people think your whack, too. While you're busy playing at hanging..it might work..accidents do happen....Stop this stuff and get on with life..find out where the misery is coming from and instead of hurting others..fix yourself.


Re: Them (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 11:12:20 PM AEST
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well physical pain never solves emotional pain. and everyone has the potential to do something, but its really a question of if they do that matters.


Re: Them (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 11:27:02 PM AEST
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Them..(yes I'm back.) why them? Take care of yourself..
**** them...who cares about them anyway??? I've been bitter soooo long and I can tell you it's not a pretty site!!!


Re: Them (User Rating: 1 )
by screwup on Wednesday, 29th September 2004 @ 11:38:04 AM AEST
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I can certainly understand this... N~I~C~E poem... I feel your pain keep writing.
~Deanna


Re: Them (User Rating: 1 )
by eeka_taquito on Thursday, 30th September 2004 @ 04:57:27 PM AEST
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rate the poem not the writer! you shouldn't be telling anyone how to feel and ESSENTIALLY9 have u ever cut? maybe physical pain doens't solve anything for you, but r u and spyke the same person? i think not. A BEAR your comment really REALLY bothered me "...and stop making people think your whack" what the **** is that?! i happen to know spyke personally and she doesn't "make" people think she's anything. people come on this site to let out emotions, and have a right to express them however they like! if u dont cut and think its stupid to do so, or whatever, then i dont think u should be reading and rating poems on that topic. you guys need to watch how u say things. you may not mean them to be hurtful but thats how they are coming off. two more things u said, A BEAR, that really bothered me is "....Stop this stuff and get on with life..". it's easier said then done, and "..fix yourself" ????? ummm...as far as i know she's not broken, she doesn't need any fixing. i mean yeah all her poems are about suicide and being in pain, but so r mine. maybe when she's upset is when she writes her poetry.




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