Death Calls Me
Here I go again my mind ever so wasted
away, Ithose calls I hear are my death it appears,
They all say I have so much to live for,
What the hell is wrong with me,
Why am I so selfish and blind to see,
I scare myself everyday closer to the end,
I pray closer for the voice who draws me in,
It's me all me I'm so confused all screwed up,
Meds help me some but they don't change me,
I have fought death many battles against death,
Sureley enough I'm still here,why do I live in such
misery, please take me away to a place far above,
And give me the peace i desire so much.
Copyright © Shawna Richardson | Year Posted 2008
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