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Contributed by AssassinatorGirl on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 03:25:17 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Once again I am dying.
I don't know what I feel now,
I'm hurting so much,
That I just start to shut off,
and I wonder what the point is anymore,
Why go on and through the door,
Where hiding behind it,
Another stab through my skin,
Because I let someone else in.
So stupid and so very naive,
Why did I think anyone cared for me.
There really is no one to trust,
when my flesh turns to rust,
and I'm screaming for help,
But I drown in the water,
Which I alone cried for him.
What is so wrong with me,
That I am continuously alone?
I thought I was in love again,
I guess for me that is wrong,
I am barred from happiness,
The grass here is brown and stiff,
And worsens as does this rift,
And between us,
What could be longer,
than that space.
So if 'morrow finds me gone,
Just remember it's my fault,
for believing I could be,
someone who was happy.




Copyright © AssassinatorGirl ... [ 2005-05-20 15:25:17]
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Re: Again (User Rating: 1 )
by Kellros on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 04:08:43 PM AEST
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That's a mutual feeling for allot of people in this screwed up world. Good luck.


Re: Again (User Rating: 1 )
by Jaycee on Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 12:41:58 PM AEST
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I can relate to how you feel. I think you have the right to be happy, isn't that in the Declaration of Independence??? Seriously, you express your emotions well and I hope you can find that elusive happiness.




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