What Death Reveals
How could this be,
that you love her and not me.
All the things you put me through,
trying to ignore it but I can't cause I love you.
I thought you love'd me until I realized I'm nothing,
every time my phone ring.
I always think it's you saying sorry,
and saying there's no reason to worry.
But it's never you,
I know it's not cause it's not true.
And I still have a sliver of hope,
just give me a sign so I don't have to use this rope.
As this heavy feeling of depression takes over my life,
I look down in my hand reveals a knife.
Thinking and questioning what should I do next,
I know I can't deal with the rest.
As the blade pierces my skin,
this red liquid is removing my mistakes and sins.
My life passes by,
I'm getting tired I barely could open my eyes.
I know I started this so I guess I have to finish,
But now I have not one single wish.
To spare whats coming and I know it's my death,
As I pushed out my last breathe.
I see you running to me but wait,
Death reveals that it's to late.
Copyright © Rosemarie Peterson | Year Posted 2010
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