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i'm already dead, so why cant i die

I have prayed before,
for God to take me away,
away from the pain and agony on earth,
the awful dread of waking to it's chaos.

I suffer getting up each day. But yet i still pray to be taken away.
Thinking maybe today my prayer will be answered.
But each day brings more agony as i just sit and wait.
Waiting for the end. The end of what? me.

I'm already dead, so why can't i die?
the inside of me feels hollow and weak,
i miss daddy's kisses on my cheek.
Memories flow to me everyday non-stop.
Trying to avoid them with every teardrop.

I feel like there is no more reality for me,
not sure how it could be,
turning my head every which way, but all that i can see,
is everything feeling like a fantasy gone bad. A fake world i'm living in.

Fake people surround me,
smothering me.
I'm already dead, so why can't i die?
I know why,
because i know that God has a plan for me,
so i will just have to wait around and see.

Maybe my prayer won't get answered someday soon,
but i have hope and faith in God, & he is always right.
So i'll wake up another day with a fake smile that used to be bright.







Copyright © Crestfallen . | Year Posted 2012

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  1. Date: 3/9/2016 11:47:00 PM

    Well penned... LINDA
  1. Date: 7/4/2015 6:46:00 PM

    Crestfalen:) this is a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing. **SKAT**

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