People that walk this planet
Have this weird habit
They dream.
But all I can do is scream
And beg
For God to cut my leg,
That the gloom has infected,
To that point, even my brain has been affected.
I wish for it to be taken away,
So I don't have left any way
That would let me continue to walk and live.
I am praying for God to arrive,
To take me, so I don't have to do it myself.
But it seems like he is deaf.
Every night, as I go to sleep
I don't count sheep,
I am screaming at Death
To finally take away my breath.
As I am in slumber, I don't dream, I wish
I will be taken to the back of the rainbow bridge.
Seventeen years,
Of endless tears.
Please, just let me end this madness
Of returning sickening sadness.
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