Slowly dying

Slowly dying,
Fading away,
As I go I'm dreaming of a distant happy day,
Feeling pain,
Seeing red,
Lying on my floor, my cold death bed,
Close my eyes,
Still I cry,
Trying to forget your cold little lie,
You promised I'd be happy again,
I thought It was a dream,
No matter how impossible it ever did seem,
But I broke that promise,
I'm running to the true,
And I'm getting away without you,
So I stand alone,
I tie the rope,
And from then I carried on with only hope...

©Elle

*It's not very good but I wrote it in the middle of French a few months ago and I found it today...under my bed so...yeah...*