Not my time

I lay here waiting for my time
In the middle of the street
Done even ask you know I’m fine
You lift me back onto my feet

Sometimes I wonder what its like
To be cold and hard and dead
But for my family and my friends alike
It must be put back into my head

The hole of life that I would form
To me does not seem at all big
But the loved ones would transform
More shallow graves they would dig

The though of you pulls me through
I’m alive after all this time
There’s not even a drop of blood I drew
My hears ticking to its prime

So I guess this is thank you
For all of you that cared
My depression time is finally through
My love may now be shared

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