Calling
Shout
Yelling
Screaming
Wanting
Feeling
Needing
Bleeding
All these word I have heard before
I thought 'not me...'
He loves me too much
To walk out that door....
I WAS WRONG... terribly wrong...
I once was happy,
Now I'm dieing...
I am sick of all this lieing
I lay here thinking
Thinking and drinking
Drinking in the darkness
The darkness that surrounds my life
I yearn for color
As my life grows duller
In this black strife
I reach for a knife
I could end it all now
End all the strife
End my life
With this knife
I cut myself
As the black fades
Blood remains
My eyes see red
I wish I was dead
Oh how I wish I was dead
As all this runs through me head
I remember those words...
Calling
Shout
Yelling
Screaming
Wanting
Feeling
Needing
Bleeding
I say to myself, 'I should have listened'
but I didnt
I thought that my dream might come true
But all it was was a nightmare
My blue carpet is now crimson red
As I lie here wishing I was dead
I look at my floor and remember you
I look at my door and scream about you...
You haunt my dreams
As you call me into hell
But then I make up my mind
I will mourn you no more!
As I get up off my floor
I think of my life
Of my hell...
Oh well...
(5.10.04)
(Dedicated to CLL)
Lauren Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calling-6/
