Dreaming

by .:.:.aidanG.:.:.   Aug 15, 2005


Sitting here, waiting for a friend,
To come rescue me, be with me until the end.
But my aid, does not come,
And I'm lost, cold and numb.
I have taken my last breath,
Fast approaching death,
Please do not cry,
Leave your eyes dry.

Slicing, my arms are torn,
Dicing, my knife is worn,
Too many times I have done,
The bad, the ugly, but its done.
My death will be unknown,
Cos none of the cuts will be shown,
All my pain is inside,
I was too scared to confide.

My life has now been thrown,
None of the pain shown,
But everyone will be in a mystery,
Why I died, was it in my history?
But nobody will ever know who,
Who made me do this... but I know it was you.

I am fading away to black,
Cos you stabbed me in the back,
All my pain could have been gone,
By now, but the wake of dawn,
Is enough to tell me to die,
Cos I do not wanna try.

I do not wanna try,
To stop me from crying,
To stop me from screaming,
To stop believing,
To stop anything,
All I wanna do is keep dreaming.

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  • 19 years ago

    by CHOKE

    Wow, but you do know that i'll be your aid, ill be here for you forever and always! gr8 write 5/5!