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Please hurt me
It helps me to feel
After the pain
I begin to heal
What was never there before
Born freshly from the wound
Just like the light from the Sun
Allows us to see the Moon
Opposing forces clash and bring
Something neutral and serene
Angel and Devil breed once more
The child of balance seen
Seethe from the anguish that I feel
Lick the wound and hide
Step into my world of dreams
Over clouds I glide
Then at last behind me
This horrible memory fades
I'm left with only the new dawn
Light revealing new shades
You must suffer for the cure
Suffer, then relief
Create, destroy, create once more
The cycle will repeat
There is no life without our deaths
No comfort without pain
Realize what must be done
And hurt me once again
B.G. 2006
It helps me to feel
After the pain
I begin to heal
What was never there before
Born freshly from the wound
Just like the light from the Sun
Allows us to see the Moon
Opposing forces clash and bring
Something neutral and serene
Angel and Devil breed once more
The child of balance seen
Seethe from the anguish that I feel
Lick the wound and hide
Step into my world of dreams
Over clouds I glide
Then at last behind me
This horrible memory fades
I'm left with only the new dawn
Light revealing new shades
You must suffer for the cure
Suffer, then relief
Create, destroy, create once more
The cycle will repeat
There is no life without our deaths
No comfort without pain
Realize what must be done
And hurt me once again
B.G. 2006
Literature
Suicide
You called me up,
crying,
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.
Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?
I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.
your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.
The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.
Your death,
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.
Literature
Depression
Thoughts run through your mind
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, hel
Literature
The Suicide
I saw your pain,
and yet I did not try to fix it.
I saw the tears,
and yet I could not dry them.
You talked of your troubles,
and yet I gave no time to listen.
I feel as though I could have saved you, now.
I made no effort at all.
I feel as though I added to your anguish.
I wanted to help, but I didn't know what to do.
I cannot imagine the pain you must have been in,
forgive me for not seeing.
Oh, God, I don't know why I couldn't see!
Blinded by my own petty distractions and excuses
Too busy to save you...
I am so sorry, Dan,
And I pray that you're in heaven as I pray for forgiveness.
Please know that I cried for you once i
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Inspiration has struck me once again. It always comes as one single thought, "Please hurt me..." The only explanation I want to give for this poem is that it is not about self-mutilation or suicide, nor is it about sadism or masochism. As hard as it may be, open your mind a bit further. This subject has been touched on before by many artists, I'm sure. Most of you will probably recognize the most famous of these references - Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt." I am not a plageriser, this was an independent thought and became a poem before I realized the connection. So please keep your ignorant comments to yourself if they occur to you. I will not deny subconscious inspiration, as it exists in all of us. I hope you enjoy this poem. 
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