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Saturday, April 30, 2005





I want out of this world

       It wasn’t meant for me



I don’t like this world we live in

       Don’t like it at all



There is no joy in my life

       I don’t fell happiness

                    joy

                    pleasure

                    love

                    bliss

                    jubilant

                    elated

                    ecstatic

                    auspicious

     Only pain       

           Pain caused by people

               Making me feel like I am nothing



I want to get out

           Out of this painful place



Dieing is the only way



The only question is...

            Which way should I choose to get out?

                Suicide of course

                    But which way?

                          By cutting myself

                               and watch my blood find its way out,

                          By taking an overdose in drugs

                               and feel my heart slowly fade away,

                          By jumping of a building

                               and watch people not care, as I fall to my death,

                          By jumping of a bridge

                               to drown, and have my body wash away,

                          By hanging myself

                               to make it slow,

                          By holding a gun to my head

                               to make it fast



By slow and painful death

Or by a quick and easy death

      It doesn’t matter to me

      As long as I get out



I could heir someone to kill me

      But that wouldn’t be suicide

      Now would it?



I want out of this world

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