Friday, May 15, 2009

Its a Day That I'm Glad I Survived

A dirty secret locked inside

Crying secretly, the guilt I hide

Denying it all but to a few

It only seems to fester and stew

A piece of me died that day with her

That series of events, I wish did not occur

The Lonliest Day of my life, was that day I sat in the room

Looking at her picture, then going off to her doom

I only wanted enough strength to get up and leave

But I felt like I was tied to the chair by my sleeve

So weak in the knees, so weak in the heart

Knowing her body soon would depart

From mine

It's fine

I told my self over and over

I wanted to cry as I grew colder and colder

I subjected her to something I wasn't even sure about

In the back of my mind, to the last minute, I had doubt

I layed on that table, put my feet up

I saw them prepare the vacumm with the death cup

I gave the nurse my arm, and felt a warming sensation

Inside my heart I was fueled by frustration

I knew it was wrong, I wanted to go

My eyes are closing...oh....no

I awoke it was over, I was in a new place

I rolled over and saw a smiling face

How can you be happy in a place full of death

I felt my heart skip, I felt cold in my breath

She was gone forever, no turning back

Tossed away in a little sack

He carried me to the car, and we both were silent

We hated what we did, we couldn't deny it

Now I sit and cry

For the girl who died

And didn't deserve what she got

My heart and mind have argued and fought

I just want her home, growing up with me

Making a little family, me and my baby.

2 comments:

  1. I think I understand what kind of opperation you got.
    -Sir Jestro

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  2. You don't hate me knowing this information?? Most people change their perception of me once they know, which is why I never talk about it.

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