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this moment i have pictured a thousands times
a thousand ways
images of the person i use to be scattered on the floor
paper flowers
my dreams were obtainable back then, anything was possible
anything could be
now i struggle just to stay alive, each breath more painful than the last
there is no light
sick, scared, and alone in the clawing darkness
who will rescue me
my fears and failures reach out to me...welcoming me into their embrace
to weak to struggle
knives sharpened for the feast, my soul prepared and served on a platter of regret
burnt hopes
it doesnt matter what the method was, the result is the same
bloody stains
the floor is cold beneath me, my bed of pictures soiled by my way out
liquid life over paper memories
stregth leaves my body and my eyes slowly close
im sorry mom
at last i have my rest
an old piece of writting i did...its been revised and changed so many times the original is a mess of creases,crossed out lines and new ones written over the old.
a thousand ways
images of the person i use to be scattered on the floor
paper flowers
my dreams were obtainable back then, anything was possible
anything could be
now i struggle just to stay alive, each breath more painful than the last
there is no light
sick, scared, and alone in the clawing darkness
who will rescue me
my fears and failures reach out to me...welcoming me into their embrace
to weak to struggle
knives sharpened for the feast, my soul prepared and served on a platter of regret
burnt hopes
it doesnt matter what the method was, the result is the same
bloody stains
the floor is cold beneath me, my bed of pictures soiled by my way out
liquid life over paper memories
stregth leaves my body and my eyes slowly close
im sorry mom
at last i have my rest
an old piece of writting i did...its been revised and changed so many times the original is a mess of creases,crossed out lines and new ones written over the old.