Getting Better

by DoubtTheSinner   Jan 23, 2008


I`m getting better at hiding the truth
On what happened on that cold winter`s night
They say that nothing could have been done
From preventing the scene that plays inside my head
How could I say the truth that would brake us apart?
A little cliche of teenage angst you would say
You just stood there as I watched the cars go by
Waiting for something that never would happen
You say that I couldn't`t have done anything to help
I couldn't`t reply, the truth we both knew
A smile on your face as you lay down the flowers
Memories of that night in my head
The ones I don`t want, but the ones you eagerly eat up
They say there was anything we could do to save her
But that`s a lie and we won`t admit it
That night as we pulled the plug from the machine
From her lifeless body
You said that night after we ran away from the hospital that nobody deserves to live like that
But we knew in our minds that it wasn`t the right thing to do
But we`re getting better at lying to ourselves

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