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a painful death
Contributed by
surge_joebot
on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 09:43:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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A painful death
Porcelian staind red with blood again.
These words I choke out...
I hate it.
These blades I push in...
Such relief.
Turning to the blade when I'm sad.
When I'm too pressured in life.
Death seems the easy answer.
I am the immortal.
Immune to these suicides.
One day I'll get something right.
Maybe this time a part of me will live.
And I'll be able to feel happy.
But as long as the pills do numb me,
As long as this high rides strong,
I'm the immortal suicide.
Just as long as the night lasts...
Just an empty page by day.
A painful death by night.
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2004-12-02 21:43:14] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: a painful death
(User Rating: 1 ) by musicisluv7 on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 04:02:41 AM AEST (User
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i kno wat u'r filin i'v bin ther. find sumin u can hold on to, mine's music. i kno wen u'r dpresd u 4get ppl luv u. pls stop cuttin urself, it leavs eternal emotional scars, blieve me i kno...kip on rytin
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