more and more it goes®
My days start out bad
then turn to most sad
to think once i was so glad
never again here to be had....
With each passing day
i just waste away
more and more i need to be
put out of my misery.
I see no need for me here
it becomes more and more clear
a burden i've placed upon
those i depend too much on.
My need for mercy grows
more and more it shows
that i need to go
to sleep here and not wake so.
I can be at peace as well
as others i've put thru hell
just being on this earth
more and more that's my only worth!
Copyright© 2012
Sally
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