let the message cross....over-prompt 26®
I am the cold I am the pain
hear me....take me out of the rain,
I am not worthy I am not alive
hear me....i can't survive.
I'm not of any use
i wish to call a truce,
stop letting me
be tossed about on the sea.
My message not getting across
my words are at a loss,
there's no sense letting me float away
on the sea of life i'm wasted debris and decay.
I'm all bottled up here
drowning in the worst fear,
all around me many an air bubble
but only for me an air of trouble.
I can't breathe or even conceive
why my body can't just leave,
this cold earth it's pitiful
to keep abusing my aching heart and soul.
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Sally
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