Posted by bb on July 29, 2001 at 19:21:39:
In Reply to: Poem posted by Wind Whisper on July 28, 2001 at 20:56:35:
: UNTITLED
: In the breeze we lay
: accordingly to a summer's day
: a wish for you
: and a wish for me
: while we sleep in the lazy tree
: BROKEN BLOOD
: Broken blood runs down my face
: i'm just another basket case
: a razor slashed my arm
: i swallowed too many pills
: i choose not to die for if I really truly hated myself I would want to suffer as long as possible for death is the ultimate end of suffering and I do not want to alleviate this pain from me instead I want my life to be a hell and I will work hard to create more misery for me because I HATE MYSELF and everyone else is so pretentious they say "I hate myself" but they don't mean it
: so i slice again
: and cry again
: ~Wind Whisper~~~
Life is so precious, so very precious. You don't know who's life you will
touch with your life or who's life you will save with your life's message.
Think of all of the things you haven't done, have you stood atop a mountain and felt the wind in your face as you look down from a 7000' mountain pass, have you ever seen a child's smile when they eat their first ice cream cone, have you ever felt love, real passion, have you seen the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean, have you seen the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. Have you ever felt close to someone, love, sure there is pain but one must rise above the pain and look further to see the essence.
You have a message and there are many who would benefit from that message,
even if it speaks of pain and suffering, it's your message. Out of pain and suffering can come much wisdom, and wisdom is something to share with others. Find someone to talk to, express your pain, and then let it go, just like hot air balloons floating away. You do matter, life matters, life is a gift, use it well.
bb