Suicide. (from a different perspective)
The news hits hard and slow.
Echoes surrounding his head
Like low, pounding drums.
The beats cease for a split second
And he chokes on what he refuses to swallow.
The escape artist has struck,
And left behind irreversible damages
And a bruise in two places.
The weight of guilt, anger, and confusion
Thrown full force at his weakened frame,
Leaves him for ( Read more... )
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I've been lucky enough to have never known someone who took their own life, nor have I been good friends with anyone who was close to someone who did... as far as I know anyway. In fact death in general is not something that I am too familiar with. In that way I have to say I have been quite blessed. The first time I read this a few days ago it sort of got under my skin. But now it really doesn't create a whole lot of feelings for me, oddly enough. I just tried reading it over again to figure out why, but I can't. I realized that I like the line He clenches the soil between his fingers... I don't know why really. I guess it's because when people get overwhelmed they tend to clench their fists or what ever they have their hands on at the moment, and that's just sort of a universal action... it just really gave me a feeling.
P.S. it's excruciating :p
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James's friend from Mercy died last week. He looked so down, and I could only imagine how his family must have felt. It was kind of an inspiration to write that piece. The soil between his fingers kind of represented his frustration and things that you try so hard to hold onto, but still end up slipping out of your grip sometimes. It makes you feel like you should have done something different, even though you tried as hard as you could.
"Got under your skin." Do you mean that it bothered you? I was worried that it might bother someone. I considered making it private a few times. I'm sorry if it did.
Thank you for the kind words, though.
I miss you
<3me
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Perhaps got under my skin was the wrong phrase, because it sort of makes it sound like it made me angry or something. It did bother me, but I mean that in the way that I think it had to bother me. Honestly I liked the fact that it bothered me, that it sort of got under my skin and resonated there for a little while rather than just bouncing off. I mean, let's face it, you had no intention of comforting the reader here, except for perhaps a comfort in mutual understanding. In others words, don't apologize. ;)
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bitch.
:-D or o-D <-cyclopse smiley face.
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