My Dream

by Sarah Thomson   Jan 8, 2012


Missing someone is the worst feeing,
sit here peeling some skin with a rusty razor,
just to make the pain go away,
but then your face goes white,
something that finally feels right,

the colour is fading...
the blood is gushing...
your mind is racing...

whisper 'Im sorry' then go into the light
be happy and forget everybody
who forgot about you !!!!!

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