Help me find a way
to get out of this life.
Ive tried it all
but nothing works
and im just left
with scars on my arms
and rotted teeth.
Smoke clings to my hair
and my hands smell like sick.
Bones poke through my skin
and i find it hard to breathe.
But still im here.
Unable to escape
and get out of this world.
There is no escape
until that final death.
Suicide is not real.
I would know.
There's no chance to get out
so give up all your hopes
we're all stuck here together.
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Written February 6th, 2006
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Yes, you are right that we are all stuck here together, and there's a reason for that...and finding it is the quest for us all. While we search together, please know that we poets are all here for you and care about you a lot! Please go to my site and read my poem, "I've Claimed You," which I wrote for you to read when you feel so bad.
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A sad desperate write indeed......been there done that...LOL.....no suicide is not the answer......so how about.....help you to find your way in life as opposed to a way out of it.....LOL.....good write
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