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Nothing
Contributed by
AssassinatorGirl
on
Saturday, 14th May 2005 @ 01:14:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Nothing.
Nothing can save me,
Nothing can bring me alive again.
It won't get better,
Nothing will make me happy,
I have tried for five long years.
My shaking body,
so sick, and tired,
I cannot keep living,
I can never have what I need to survive anyways.
Food and water
I have forced into my body,
so that I don't die off.
But I'm tired of it now.
My hands are crumbling as I move them to type,
and I'm leaving.
Nothing will stop me this time,
because I'm really gone inside
And I have given up
on nothing, because that's what I had.
I have no hope,
no smiles left to fake,
or strength to hold back any tears.
I'm a ruin and a wreck,
and soon I'll be in heck.
Copyright ©
AssassinatorGirl
... [
2005-05-14 13:14:11]
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Re: Nothing
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by deathdrop on
Saturday, 14th May 2005 @ 05:23:28 PM AEST
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Re: Nothing
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by poetrygirl1991 on
Saturday, 14th May 2005 @ 10:11:43 PM AEST
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| great write, very strong use of words and such please read mi poem "how it all started" and tell me what yew think, no matter what dont give up!! ~~Chrissy |
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Re: Nothing
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by Jaycee on
Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 01:57:51 PM AEST
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| I often think about what drives us to suicidal thoughts (esp. as I have fel them myself and written poetry like you re: suicide) and have come to some sort of conclusion. It is rejection by the world, at least as I see it, and the world's imposition on us as being worthless and we finally end up listening to. I can understand how you feel, with the hypocrisy and all, but I think that the world is a better place with you in it. Call it instinct, I dunno, but you have a spirit that has not been defeated, not yet, and I would not like the world to win and reject an individualist such as you are. Fighting back is hard, I know, but do not let them win. You are better than the forces that try and drag you down. Be happy and well. And find some food you like and enjoy it. I recommend dark chocolate, an endorphin rich pleasure. |
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