Feb 18, 2004 19:35
I lay here... on my bed. (The bed where we once made love on and held eachother bare.) The noise from my stereo fades from my thoughts. My eyes are wide open but feel like their shut. "Where are you" i ask myself. As I lay here with a half empty bottle of pills that I swalllowed 20 minutes ago. I called you 15 minutes after I took them. I asked for you to save me... that today might be my last chance.
My last chance to say hello... last chance to say goodbye... my last chance to say I Love You. I'm gasping for air... and I'm breaking out in a cold sweat. I can feel my eyes roll back as I hear you pounding on my door and calling my name. I try to get up but I can't. I see you... your face is so flawless. I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time even though it's really the last. You speak to me. And say you love me and how much you care. But it's obvious that you don't mean it. Because if you really did love me and you really did care... then why are you wasteing your time speaking... and not trying to save me... Now it's time for my end