Praying For Death

by Monique Seidler   Apr 2, 2006


I cannot sleep.
I lie awake.
Praying death
it's toll will take.

I cannot live
this life no more.
I'm sick of hurting
and being sore.

I cannot handle
me without you.
For you made all
my dreams come true.

No it's all bad.
I'm there again.
But you're not coming
to rid my pain.

I cannot sleep.
I lie awake.
Praying death
it's toll will take.

And if I do not
wake come day,
know it's your fault
I am this way.

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