Survivor
In this empty room staring at the ceiling
All confused with funny feelings
I’ve got voices in my head
Now I’m talking to the dead
They tell me I’m alive
Cause I survived
The scary thought, of suicide
They tell me to appreciate
The life that I am given
And one day I’ll be driven into heaven
Where I will meet the real friends
That I am given
Until this day
I’ll sit and wait
For someone to come and end my fate
Copyright © Steve Meadows | Year Posted 2009
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