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Suicide
written by TheTuneSmiths08:59 AM 2/6/05Too think that life is taking and not giving
is awfully trite and often too common
Too think that life is not worth even living
Is just a shade to cruel and even then;
Beration, isolation is so real
I read and listen 'til I cannot contain
O, but I remembered you, what about me?
Does even the slightest memory remain?
So as I turn out of this tiny room
That's prescence eliminates an afterlife
I know that something was going for me
But now it's over, like the setting moon
An awakening at morning-made by knife
Dear lord, this lovely choice has set me free! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Imbeyondthelight (2-6-2005 - 02:59 PM)
| I love the poem. I feel the same way. |
by (guest) (2-9-2005 - 06:23 PM)
| Fantastic. I'm glad someone is actually writing poetry, instead of just putting a few angsty keywords like 'blood' and 'death' together. Thanks for thinking. |
by (guest) (2-10-2005 - 05:07 AM)
| thanks, other guest. I am the writer of this, but am to lazy to sign in. Sad, eh?
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by (guest) (2-11-2005 - 06:25 AM)
| heh heh....u think u're lazy? hehhe he....
ppl!! AVENGED SEVENFOLD rockS!!! |
by InsaneSpectre (2-12-2005 - 04:01 PM)
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