i'm not a rock i'm not drawn that way©
This is all just too much
waking up alone and such,
how did i get here i gotta know
what did i do for my dreams to go?
Go up in smoke every single plan
that never came about w/that sweet man,
i sit here alone and i suffer
each breath i take just gets tougher.
I can't do this
go on anymore without his kiss,
i'm already dead as you can see
please make it final end my misery.
The longer i go on
the closer the dirt is upon,
upon me so deep in the ground
where eternal sleep will be found.
I'm not living i just exist day to day
a shell of a person rotting away,
if nobody out there can honor this request
then i'm not responsible for what happens next.
For i have no more strength it's true
there's nothing here for me to hold onto....
there's nothing here for me to hold onto!
Copyright©2011
Sally
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