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Powerless


Sitting, staring blankly into space You can't see anything Nothing at all Except that image in your head A faint figure standing behind you It is you You are powerless Standing behind your own being With a gun to your own head You are powerless Nothing can control you As the image comes more clearly into your head You squeeze your eyes shut Trying to erase the image You can't You are powerless You feel it against your head You're squeezing your eyes even tighter now There is nothing left to do You are powerless You pull the trigger A good feeling rushes over your entire body A euphoria takes over You have no more worries You are free You are no longer powerless You are still here
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savigirl14
<P>This really tells everyone how a suicidal teen feels....powerless. We are slaves to the gun, knife, blades, alcohol or pills.</P>

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