dying
I feel threatened,
I feel weak.
I have no power,
I cannot speak.
I'll take my life,
I'll take it slow.
I'll make it quiet,
So no one will know.
You'll call my name,
But I wont be there.
I know it's not right,
and i know it's not fair.
My life is a disease,
I long only to forget.
I have no control,
Left with all my regret.
So if you remember me,
dont remember me like this.
Remember me smiling,
If i am someone you'll miss.
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prettynpinkposted on 04/28/2007
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