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He hadn't died
written by suicide_penguin05:29 PM 2/7/05I woke up this morning
Sweating and crying
My sheets a rumpled mess
In my sleep
I had wrestled to wake up
But I could not
I lived the nightmare all the way through
I remember my walk across the parking lot
Looking up
To the sky
There he was
Standing on top of everything
On a high tower
I instantly knew what he was going to do
Ready to jump
To end it all
I screamed
I begged and pleaded
For him not to do it
But he didn't hear me
He jumped.
Next thing I knew
I felt the corpse on top of me
Heavy and cold
I yelled for help
I called
And no one answered me
They were deaf
I so desperately wished
I could be given another chance
To tell him
That I loved him
And didn't want him to do it
He was not alone
Then I woke up
And I saw him there
I was so glad
He hadn't died
Last night. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by BloodDrippingOnTheFloor (2-7-2005 - 05:31 PM)
| yer really really good. ^_^ i like your work. i hope to see more of it sweety ^_^ *high five* -kit |
by raerae12inches (2-7-2005 - 05:41 PM)
| y the fuck didnt he die
i was hoping he did that chinchilla fucker
i woulda killed that fucker
im out like a fat girl in a dodgeball game |
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