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I'm Taking My Own LifeIt's mine to take.I'm Taking My Own Life by =StormBringer23
So today I'm going to do it.
I'm taking my own life.
I have seen the miracle of my child being born
and have lived the despair of a demon stealing her away.
I have felt the comfort of my Grandmothers arms
rocking me to sleep.
I have drowned in the sorrow of carrying her to her grave.
I have been saved from myself as an Angel on the alter
smiled up at me, and said, I do.
I have watched her tears flow, as her daughter lost herself.
There is only one thing I can do.
I'm taking my own life.
I'm taking it out of bed,
and into the shower.
I'm taking it into the world, and using it
to touch as many other lives as I can.
I'm taking it where I know I have to,
no matter how hard it is.
Because it's my life to take,
as was intended when it was given.
I'm taking my own life
And giving it to you.
my howls are silentI, too, see the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. We are decomposing too early, our souls dying before our bodies can catch up. We are silently ravenous, a quiet craze in our hearts, not quite the same as your generation, Ginsberg. We do not shriek "Holy! Holy! Holy!" as we burn. We drown soundlessly.my howls are silent by ~running-in-the-rain
The overeducated, proud products of postmodernism dissolve in a lukewarm soup of ennui, bored balloons filled with hubris rather than helium. Fragile dolls with flaking bones and hair and skin like flowers wilting, weighed down by indomitable wills and insecurities... these plastic girls starve to death and diabetes in the car beside me, fantasizing about food in the passenger seat. Former nymphets gouge symbols into themselves, the bleeding crags physical outlets for the demonic depression, for the memories of beloved older brothers molesting them in the living room, while her mother sits at a hospital bedside beside a fading father.
I see the most remarkable minds crippl
SlitI'll slit your wrist, if you slit mine//Slit by ~XoShadyBaby22oX
Let our blood drip and let it combine//
Now people will know, this is a sign//
To tell everyone that we're not really fine//
We have each other, but we seem to be alone//
Invisible to the eye, and to the mouth unknown//
We're not really different, everyone's a clone//
We'll just have to make it all on our own//
We're alone now but there will be plenty in hell//
Plenty more who gave up and fell//
We won't be the only ones to dwell//
And to welcome the day we say farewell//
So here's the knife, put it to good use//
Cut for me, I can handle the abuse//
Sink it in and let the blood run loose//
Just do it, there's really no excuse//
We will die together, I'll take you with me//
It's the only choice we have to finally be free//
I know it won't work to run away or flee//
Do this and the world will finally let us be//
Now all our screams that everyone ignores//
Will be heard so well they'll break down doors//
Just one more cut and we'll hit the floors//
Don't get me wrong, I love my school. I love my teachers and look up to them and I trust them, and look to them for help and advice. But I feel like the school I am attending now as a whole has given to me all that it can give. I have made lots of friends and lost more than my fair share for sure.
Why am I writing this? Why am I talking about my school? Well.... I... I got a call today from a woman who works for a school called Art Quest. I have a meeting to attend tonight and then tomorrow I go to the school to visit all day to see if I want to go there. Art Quest is a high school for students who seem to put art and creativity at the top of their priority list, the front of their minds, the most of their heart and a majority of their time.
I want to try this. I want to do this. I want to move on, move forward, and move ahead of the rest. This has been a tough decision for me.... and it still hasn't even been fully decided yet.
I need people that are going to tell me it is impossible. And I look forward to meeting those people that will tell me: I wont get there. I'm not talented enough. I don't have enough money. I'm not old enough. I'm not smart enough. I am going to regret it. Why? Because those are just the kinds of people who I get inspiration from... It makes me feel like I can't wait to tell them wrong, to say, "I did it!"
Don't get me wrong, I also need people who will support me and believe in me. The more the merrier!
And this is why I love DeviantArt so much. I have met people who are smart, dumb, young, old.. It's been great exposure for me to people and problems and places and feelings... And so much more. I have shared my highs and lows on here, and seen the highs and lows of so many other people as well. So please, if you are reading this, I hope that you support me in what I do, because.... without you guys, I wouldn't be thinking about moving schools to some big art centered high school.
SO THANK YOU!!! Keep in touch, would you? I am almost ALWAYS online, here to talk, here to listen, here to support and critique and answer questions, ask questions, bounce ideas back and forth, be your friend....BRING IT ON!