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Emptiness (Free verse) by Jagang The emptiness inside me,
grows more and more each day.
This loneliness I feel,
will never go away.
The pain in my heart,
is begging for release.
One slash with a knife,
and all my pain could cease.
Should that be the way to go,
a knife blade through my vein?
Or should I try to find a gun,
and put a bullet in my brain?
It doesn't really matter,
nothing ever does.
No one will even remember,
the person that I was.
I lift my arm,
and make a fist.
I draw the knife,
and slash my wrist.
Up the ladder:
Morning Glory
Down the ladder:
Ted and Fred
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Posted: September 13, 2002 8:56 PM PDT; Last modified: September 13, 2002 8:56 PM PDTWeighted score: 3.6 Overall Rank: 13584 Comments:
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pete @ 194.222.69.43
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14-Sep-02/12:32 AM
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teen suicide in never memorable except for parents .... we've all been there . maybe nothing matters , but why should it ? .... 2
Well that poem was kinda different! But hopefully that poem was not about you! Life is too precious to be slitting your wrists! Nothing could ever be that important to want to hurt yourself! Please think about what I have said!
If you slash your wrist, you generally die, unless you are treated. You are alive. Ergo, you did not slash your wrist. Or if you did, you didn't really mean it. Ergo, you are a whiny bastard.
Slitting your wrists is for self-pitying wussies. Play in a minefield. Dump gasoline on yourself and light a match. Passionately embrace a chainsaw. Poem sucks ass as well.
I re-read this to see if it was as bad as I remember. yep. you know, if you killed yourself, no one would miss you.
And they would miss you?
you no that ride at carnivals called the zipper...i heard they've thrown their cars quite a few time over the years. pray for that. could you pass me thast churo? thanks.h
but of course they would p&k, as I am beloved and revered by legions!
If nothing matters, then it doesn't matter that nothing matters, so why worry about it? I think the REAL question you should be asking yourself is "Does a stone wall stop a blind woman as surely as one who sees?"
Also, a) it's not a slash, it's a more of a gouge, and b) almost nobody has the willpower to gouge their arm deeply enough to cause enough bleeding. So stop writing fucking shit suicide poetry until you actually know how to do it.
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