Same Old Memory

by emily mackay   Oct 20, 2008


My head is grazed
my fears cut inside
craving the word dead
with such delight
to crave the name straight to your face
and write dying on your neck
the feeling is unresistable
you feel so numb
that ice has grown over you
the coldness is sticking within your soul
the anger swells in your guts
the hurt digs deeper inside your heart
the emotions over take you
and voices speak in your head
pictures surround you
memeorys play around in your mind
things dont change
the face haunts you each second
the clock is ticking
my eyes keep closing
my hands turn cold
waiting to open my eyes
and speak words unsaid
but all i see is his face so cold
the same old memory of him being dead.

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  • 15 years ago

    by jasmine cherry

    Wow i think this is very good keep writing