August 22, 2003
My Reality
The faint sound of my heart,
beats within my chest;
It begins to fade away,
as I try to live my best.
I can hear the voices murmur,
deep within my dreams,
and then the sound that wakes me,
the sound of my own scream.
Hot tears escape my eyes,
stain the pillows and my cheeks
if I try to run away
I fear I'll be too weak.
While I'm here I am trapped
so here I stay and cry,
but it's too much to run away
So I'll just stay and die....
My Reality
The faint sound of my heart,
beats within my chest;
It begins to fade away,
as I try to live my best.
I can hear the voices murmur,
deep within my dreams,
and then the sound that wakes me,
the sound of my own scream.
Hot tears escape my eyes,
stain the pillows and my cheeks
if I try to run away
I fear I'll be too weak.
While I'm here I am trapped
so here I stay and cry,
but it's too much to run away
So I'll just stay and die....
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