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I'M Slipping

Someone please catch me, For I am slipping. Death is looking like a solution, But not a path I want to take. Someone help me, For I am slipping. I can't take the stress anymore, And I just feel like I want to be under the soiled floor. Can somebody help me? I can't find myself. I just want to die. Many may ask why? What outcome is good from a life lost? None I say, But I want that fading feeling anyways. I'm messed up in more ways than one. I'm slipping, I'm falling, And I want to never get up. I'd be thankful once the darkness takes over me. To be free from all this torment, To live a life thats as peaceful as death, Would be a dream come true, But I know it won't happen soon. *I won't commit suicide, though....there's too may people I care about....and 4 people that mean the world to me: Adalhi, Dillon, Daniel, and Amanda...I love you 4 very much

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Date: 5/12/2010 6:56:00 PM
YEAH THERE ARE TIMES WE WANT TO LET GO BUT THEN WE THINK ABOUT ONE'S WE LOVE OR ONE'S WHO LOVE US, KEEP LIFE TO THE FULLEST ENJOYED
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Date: 5/12/2010 3:22:00 PM
i think that writers, mostly us poets, see life differently than others. life is fleeting sometimes seemless unrestricted and dreamy. what we create with our minds has no boundaries.we want our dreams our thoughts to be our world. we have to settle for what we are given; sometimes we can control life sometimes we can't.nevertheless, the value of life is us to hold onto it & share it with others.please stay in control.you are loved in this community by all of us. thank you God bless, chuck
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Date: 5/12/2010 1:29:00 PM
This is a heartbreaking but excellent poem! Hang in there and weather the storm; you will be stronger for it. - Best, Karen
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