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sorrow filled suicide (check it out)
written by Genocide Reaper07:23 AM 1/2/05| Suicidal children, running through out the world we live in. Can't you see what's wrong by the expression on their face? How all they hear is disbelief, and all the preaching has become a drain! So they leave a red stain that turns black! Your tears and cries can't bring them back! Never given a chance, but given several, some never were told they were loved, at lease once, imagine, why they would be suicidal in the first place. Can't you tell by looking at their face? Happy in front of friends, depressed when caged. Inside a house, with parents that hate. Brothers and Sisters that abuse. A God they don't believe in, yet blame. Some just don't some do. Some can't help what they do. Years of being let loose, to do as they please, finding boredom insufferable, so they turn to drugs, slow suicide is still suicide. Iv heard thousands cry. "Make it stop, I don't want to be dropped!" Lost, alone, forgotten children of yesterday dead, pained children of the present thinking of it, and the future kids of future suicide. So many angered teenagers, so much rage that just keeps building. Pick up the pistol, pull the trigger, kill your so called enemies, they just were a different color, or wore a different color. How sad it is, for these gangs to come together in such a manor. Violence is nature, suicide is from mental and emotional pressure, take the beatings like men, and women, but the words they cut, and the actions, and the feeling of being trapped consumes them, so they can't continue. They don't want to die, they just can't live anymore! either because mother was a whore, or Dad was so drunk that he was always falling onto the floor, maybe older sister had it all, and still wanted more, and they didn't have shit. Or was it elder Brother was still so addicted to his own image, that his younger sibling shamed him, thus the abuse arose.. necks in nooses attached to the ceiling, slit wrist and blood in the bath tub, bullet casings on the floor, brains on the wall, fragments of skulls glued to the curtains. Vomit, and blue skin in a bed where a kid took to many pills, oh how this life can kill. Can't you tell just how bad it is? That this Earth can easily be turned into Hell. We do it to ourselves, with the pressure of people. Self inflicted saturated sorrow filled suicide! |
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I think its some of my best work.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Psychoace (1-2-2005 - 08:20 AM)
| sorry its been read like 14 times and no body left a comment that pisses me off......i like nooses pretty long but pretty good..... |
by Morbid Angel (1-2-2005 - 02:47 PM)
| One of your best...well done :) |
by KaoticKitty87 (1-2-2005 - 04:25 PM)
| I think a copy should be given to all the parents... |
by Foiazzy (1-2-2005 - 05:18 PM)
| Awesome, fucking awesome. |
by devils angel 13 (1-2-2005 - 07:34 PM)
| wow. it was a really great poem, and its true. i wish we could tell EVERYONE about this. it would be the best thing to do. but it is one of your best works....bravo. |
by AthiestAnarchist (1-2-2005 - 08:05 PM)
| That was awesome...I really liked it
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by FeeFee (1-3-2005 - 01:23 AM)
by XxTearStainedEyesxX (1-3-2005 - 01:55 AM)
| that was so true. great job!! |
by XxheartbrokenxX (1-3-2005 - 09:01 PM)
| it's true,utterly true.I feel that way alot.If only parents would listen. |
by eternaldarkness (1-3-2005 - 09:31 PM)
| I love this 1 . . . it is so true |
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