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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

   Just a short post I guess
Yeah. This'll be a short post. Today I discovered that depressing poetry and I are friends. I wrote a poem on suicide. I made someone cry by letting them read it..O.O I'll put it up at the end of this post so you guys can read it. I found out today that I may be going to Nether World(very nice haunted house)the 30th for Halloween. I'm trying to convince my dad to go in. He says if he takes me, he doesn't want to go in because he went there before. I say he's a chicken, but anyways. I don't have much more to say, so I guess it time for the poem. Here goes(Please realize that before you read this, I am not suicidal. We were just talking about suicide in my Family Services class):

Suicide, a word that most fear,
is a reoccuring thought in my mind.
I used to blow it off and ignore it.
Now I think about it all the time.

I look at my wrist
Only one touch of the knife, I think.
That's all it takes.
It'll be ove soon.

I look at the knife and pick it up.
I put the blade to my skin and rip it slowly.
I then slash from my wrist to my elbow.

I watch the blood spill onto the floor.
I'm not affected by it.
My arm has gone numb now and it's useless.
I close my eyes and wonder what's to come of me now.

Yeah. That's the poem. It's not really sad or anything. I think the quality is bad. The reason I wrote it was actually because I know someone who did that. It's really sad. Anyways, talk to you guys later.
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