I dont want none a my peeps caught up in none a beef
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Re: Hardships « Reply #1 on May 9, 2006, 10:14pm »
may as well start this my self...yeah life sucks i bet many can agree...death= the only way out, correct? Literally speaking, yes. But when you open your mind to the out side world, instead of one way, think bi-directional, or bi-lateral...dont think of just the deep in the shit parts of it, think of the people you know (ones that actually care, not ones that wouldnt come to see ya at the hospital even though they only live 10mins away) this is the first time ive ever truly tried to kill my self...an damn i did quite a job, a straight week is a complete blank, they had to restart my heart 3 times an almost life flighted me, i started to stabilize as they were gettin a chopper (according to ER Dr any way) what have i learned from this experience...well heres to every one whos asked me that...I have learned that the people that tell you they will be there no matter what, will gladly fuck your eye out with an ice pick when it comes that time...its the ones that you dont hang out with every day of every week, the ones that you rarely see on a daily...but when its time and you need them badly, they will be there to help you walk through the waist deep shit of life, even the ones you may have accidently hurt mentally in the past for unknown reasons and never patched it up, i have also learned that the term "your blood, ofcourse im there for ya" in a family does NOT mean shit besides "im here at the moment but your screwed later"
Re: Hardships « Reply #2 on Jan 29, 2008, 11:08am »
Again Screams pierce the night. Night the time when the world appears to be at peace. Peace is gone from this home. Home is supposed to be a place of safety. Safety, not being afraid. Afraid, I am afraid of you. You tower over me, the scent of alcohol strong, you are heavily breathing. Breathing, you are breathing in my face. Face to face, you and me. Me, done with the torture that you bring. Bring me away from here I pray to god. God? Could he save me? Me, the worthless one huddled in the corner, hiding from you. You wiping my blood from your hands and leaning against the wall. Wall will save me; I just have to stay as close as I can. Can I fight back? Back to square one, you crying and saying it was an accident. Accident? You slap me again when I don’t accept your apology. Apology, something real and pure, what peace sprouts from. From you, an apology is a promise that peace will never be present again. Again I wipe the blood from my face and you try to muffle my screams.