Hope
By shedevilrkg
In my room, by myself, in the dark, all alone I stare at the knife: Can it take me home? Back to a place in my dreams; no more tears Back to a place with no more pain, no more fears But then I start thinking, could it exist in this age? I don’t remember my hopes, but I can still taste the rage I was locked up for years, in a place kept from light I think back to that pit, did I put up a fight? Or did I give up, and just sit and stare Watching my life fly past, did I even care? But none of that matters, now that I have the knife This will stop my pain; it will end my life At least it could if I wanted, but what should I choose? The choice of my life; do I keep or lose? Then I think of my friends, of the hopes that they gave me And it suddenly comes; I am already free I still have the choice; to die or to live But what can I gain that they can’t give? So I make up my mind, and I stuff it away Some place where it can’t hurt me, for now anyway And I go to my place of dreams in the end The hopes that you gave me have saved me, my friend Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 02:21 PM PST 0 • 12
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"In my room, by myself, in the dark, all alone..."