Wanting to rest, to sleep forever.
Never waking up
Don't tell me that life will get better.
Beacuse Its all a lie
Perhaps it's true I've learned not to cry.
But My better Day only comes the day I die.
Lying cold in satin sheets,
many read but no one weeps.
Because no one cares enough to hear her cries.
Empty eyes watch clouds roll in.
Last page of the book,
The end?
Or the beggining?
Wanting to dream,
but lost the imagination she was gifted.
Hope is something,
that this world kills
Wanting to trust,
Wanting to belive
Finding only lies,
Finding them everywhere
Not afraid to walk alone anymore
She always has
If she leaves will anyone remember her?
Bury Her now, deep in the ground.
All these rambles dull fading sounds.
Gone and forgotten..
Carve her a stone, or plant a tree.
Never knowing why she did it.
Going to heaven where some God lives.
Hope somehow that I can forgive.
Now you forget her
Never knowing her story
This is your life,
you can die any day.
Do what you can
before the bell chimes.
Your becoming a corpse
one day at a time.
xxx
I want this carved on my stone.
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