Waiting To Die

by marilyn marti   Oct 12, 2007


Push me away,
don't hold your breath.
I am no good.
I have nothing left.

I will tear you.
Trust me, you'll cry.
You will be eager,
to tell me goodbye.

I know it sounds crazy.
But this is for real.
I have no soul,
compassion I don't feel.

Please don't feel sorry.
It's meant to be.
I just can't wait...
until death can set me free.

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