I Sit
By cryingangel
I sit by the window and watch the cars go by. I often wonder why I am locked inside. Is it because I wanted to be dead? Or is it the voices I hear in my head? I want to fly, I want to soar. Please God, I don't want these voices anymore. Please make them leave. It's all because of my disease. The voices get sicker, As my own weakness gets thicker. My body shakes and I get overcome with fear. I just wish you were standing here. Maybe then the voices will fade. Is it they want to be paid? If that's it just let me sleep. The rest of my life, you can keep. If all I wanted was to say "goodnight," Would I be giving up my fight? Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 01:33 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I sit by the window and watch the cars go by. ..."