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I remember lying there…
Pills, knives…
They all danced through my mind
I remember hating the world
Resenting it
For keeping me condemned
I never thought I'd wake up
Two weeks
I lied there
All alone
The phone would ring
But I could not pick it up
To my dark room;
I remained confined
In circles
I would walk
Sanity
Began to take its knock
And in circles
I continued to walk
I would dial the numbers;
Up until the last digit
And chicken out
At the last minute
Something told me
I had to wake up
I ignored the signs
While I chain-smoked over a hot cup
I kept the curtains closed
And nobody understood
Why I craved to breathe my final breath
…but I had nothing left
I longed to either go back in time
Or put my soul to rest
Suffering in pain
Alone
Every forlorn day
I told them it was not for me
Through life;
Shuffling meekly
I couldn't do it anymore
I had to do my own thing
I knew this thing…'normal'
Just wasn't for me
I said no-
If I ever wake up
I'm going to save a life
I lived to change the world
copyright(c) 2007
Deanna Prall
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