Death

by Sara O   Feb 16, 2007


I wake up every morning wanting to die
Knowing this cheerful smile is just another lie
I pretend I'm fine, I pretend I'm happy like this
But in reality, I'm praying for deaths sweet kiss

No one seems to notice this mask I wear
Though I give them hint after hint of my affair
But truly, I dint want them knowing of my deceit
I find an undeniable comfort in my dark retreat

I discovered that I force myself to laugh every day
Liefs burdens would probably be easier If I learned how to pray
But in that position no sincere words seem to speak my heart
It seems a mockery in which I will not be a part

I guess since I'm not willing to try, I will forever be in the dark
Straining to keep from slicing my skin, leaving a demons bitter mark
I will continue to wake up every morning wanting to die
Until death takes me, screaming my final hateful goodbye

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