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Life Is Easy To Handle....False
The meds don't work
The cure has stopped
I feel weak
If only you could read my mind
I try to express how I feel
But it just comes out
Sounding like gibberish
I want the normalcy back
I want the protection
I want to be with someone
Without fear
I try to escape
From the real world
Into my fantasy
I have forgotten
What that world is like
Who is in it?
Where is it?
Do I visit it in my sleep?
Is my hero there?
Is my Grandma there?
Can I visit you one day?
Will she greet me
With open arms
Or will she
Scowl at me
And turn me down?
The day I see you again
Will soon come
Every breath I take
Is closer to the last
Every dream I dream
Is closer to the end
Every morning I wake up
And every night
I go to sleep
Is one closer
To the the last
That will ever be...
 bittersweet irish coffee · Sat Mar 22, 2008 @ 06:43pm · 0 Comments |
