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Monday, June 20, 2005


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This is a poem I found that I wrote a while ago in my honors english class. God, I hated that bitchy teacher. She hated me because I didn't agree with her psycho, sex obsessed ideas, so she always gave me E's. Once she even put "Good Job. I especially liked you entry on____. D-" I couldn't believe it. Bitch. Anyways.

There's a place I have been before
With the dull gray steel of my knife
It blinds you as it tilts and reflects the sun from an open window
Tears well up in your eyes,
But it's not time to cry yet.

I want to show you the place I've been to
Where crimson tears fall down down your body
Until it can be washed away like a sin
But what you will think of here is not good, I know...

Now you've brought me to a bright white room
You've wrapped me in a blanket of forgiveness
And everything is alright again
But I won't cry yet.

Take my hand now, I can show you the way
We'll go there together so you won't be afraid
I've dried your tears, but not my own
Don't come with me...
And I'll be alone.

I'm not really sure what to think of it...it's okay. not so great. Obviously, I wrote it about cutting-going to a place that can take all the pain away-which, in the end, only causes pain for another person. They don't like what they see and try to help you...but when it doesn't work, you're alone again.

"Suicide is not as much a longing to die, as it is a fear of living."

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