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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1387053
I just wasn't sure what was going on..
Grapped by fear of living eachday
Searching for for a means to get away.
My life so empty and all alone
Walking with no real place to call home.
My eyes so tired and my heart so weak
Every passin day,  there all so bleak
My demons haunt my everyday.
My life so lost as I run away.
A dream I chase so hard to find.
I tell myself it's all in my mind.
I wear a fake smile as I you pass by
Secretly wanting, yerning to die.
To stop the hurt, end the ache
But I know my own life I can not take.
Death so kind, so very warm
Like a father,  keeps me from harm
It Takes my pain
Ends my shame
No more cares cloud my sleep
No long will I weep.
But that day is not today
And sadly it seems so far away.
But I know it's coming and so I'll wait
And when I die I'll know it's fate.
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