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Sometimes as I'm sitting here
And the tears run unchecked down my face
and my thoughts run through, my head is racing
and the things I think about ring too true
And sometimes as I'm watching stars
Twinkle in the sky I wonder why
I'm still sitting here, why I'm still alive
Wouldn't it be somethin' else to die
Would anyone care enough to cry
Am I even brave enough to try
and I just sit here thinking to myself
And that razor is so inviting
and that ledge is so warm
I can see myself happy and suning
on the 'night's plutonian shore'
Don't think there's somethin' wrong with me!
Don't tell me I need help
You don't understand me
You don't know what I'm about
You haven't seen the things i have!
You don't know where I've been
So before you tell me how to feel
Perhaps you should try and look IN-to the life I'm living
and not AT the life that I've got
It's nature's to give
and mine to not live
My time on this earth was intolerable
and my mark isn't blazed or engraved
I don't want it to remain
When I dissapear off the face of the earth
Only the dust will remember my name
-Jan 9th 2004
And the tears run unchecked down my face
and my thoughts run through, my head is racing
and the things I think about ring too true
And sometimes as I'm watching stars
Twinkle in the sky I wonder why
I'm still sitting here, why I'm still alive
Wouldn't it be somethin' else to die
Would anyone care enough to cry
Am I even brave enough to try
and I just sit here thinking to myself
And that razor is so inviting
and that ledge is so warm
I can see myself happy and suning
on the 'night's plutonian shore'
Don't think there's somethin' wrong with me!
Don't tell me I need help
You don't understand me
You don't know what I'm about
You haven't seen the things i have!
You don't know where I've been
So before you tell me how to feel
Perhaps you should try and look IN-to the life I'm living
and not AT the life that I've got
It's nature's to give
and mine to not live
My time on this earth was intolerable
and my mark isn't blazed or engraved
I don't want it to remain
When I dissapear off the face of the earth
Only the dust will remember my name
-Jan 9th 2004
Literature
Suicide
Bare wrists
Knife in hand.
Closed fists
Tears land..
Time stops.
Thoughts flow.
Knife drops.
Don't go.
Literature
Suicide
Everyday lags by as if there is no end
Nothing that happens is on my side
The entire world working against me
They taunt me daily, torturing me
Voices whisper constant commands
Attempting to take control over me
Every moment is a struggle to move on
A solution to the pain isn't far away
Simple cure to my continuing insanity
Step up to the plate and give it your all
Don't be afraid, the game will be yours
This must be done, it's all clear to me
Hazy voices try to make me reconsider
Must block them out, no stepping out
Take a deep breath in and sigh relief
Remember all the times you have hurt
Times you have been manipulated
Che
Literature
Suicide Note
To my Mother and my Father,
Both of whom where never there.
Disowned me when I turned sixteen,
Abandoned without care.
And so for you I leave behind
A black world full of hate
For you to twist and torment in -
All for you is desolate.
To my Brother or my Sister,
Aunt, Uncle and Cousin too,
You simply just ignored me,
Said "There's nothing we can do".
You sat upon the sidelines,
And you all just stared on in;
Watched me spiral downward;
Get swallowed up in Sin.
To my 'friends', you User Bastards,
Who were there to bleed me dry!
I was there when I was needed,
When you were needed, you'd just fly!
To you I give my nothing,
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I am not suicidal. First off. But when I wrote this I found out a friend of mine had been cutting herself. Shee needed me to be strong for her and I was. Bu t I did not myself know how to deal with it. So I wrote this poem. It is not meant to be an actual suicide note. But I was just trying to use it as catharsis as well as try to see what she was feeling.
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