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Broken One
Contributed by
blueeyedevil13
on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 07:46:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I'm lying here
Nothing but these empty tears
All alone
My heart is weighing me down like a stone
Since you're gone
I'm the broken one
Falling, now I've hit rock bottom
I'm here all alone, I'm lonesome
I wish you were still with me
I always saw the beautiful side of death, never knew it could be this ugly
You always said
"No one will miss me when I'm dead"
You over looked one tiny thing
You held me up, you were my wings
But what's done is done
Now I'm the broken one
You told me, you'd never be anything
But you were wrong, you had dreams
You had so much to live for
You even saved me, you were my saviour
Life's course for you has run
Now I'm the broken one
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blueeyedevil13
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2005-01-24 07:46:26]
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Re: Broken One
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by bluebird on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 07:54:51 AM AEST
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this is so...
moving,touching,sad,emotional.
i dont know which word to use to describe it.
it almost brought me to tears.
~keep the faith~ |
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Re: Broken One
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by Scarlett on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 08:47:22 AM AEST
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this was really well written and so moving, it almost brought me to tears too. am so sorry for your pain and loss.
this is a beautiful poem x |
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Re: Broken One
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by afterdark on
Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 09:29:26 AM AEST
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I don't think suicide is so terrible. Some rainy winter Monday, when there's a little boredom, you should always carry a gun .Not to shoot yourself, but to know exactly that you're always making a choice.
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