I lay in bed.
I am way too thirsty to take a drink,
Way too alive to have been on the brink.
But the sky's turned gray,
And the morning is promised,
And still I refuse to sleep.
As my thirst grows, it gets harder to stay.
I really must take a drink.
But the only thing I fear more than falling asleep,
Is stepping anywhere close to that sink.
Next to that sink, my scars had shone.
Next to that sink, I was always alone.
Next to that sink, I cried and cried.
Next to that sink, I almost died.
The hours tick by,
The sun's coming up,
I'm really starting to panic.
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
I begin to cry,
Dehydration getting worse.
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die!
I jump out of bed,
Dizziness claiming me.
I cry to myself,
"Save me, save me!"
I stumble to the sink,
Not caring anymore!
I swallow,
I swallow,
I swallow.
Thirst way too quenched to take a drink,
Way too alive to have been on the brink.
But the sky's gotten light,
And the morning is here,
And I have succumbed to sleep.
A/N
Why are you reading these? They're bad.
Anyways...
A water company nearby held a writing contest and so that's where my inspiration came from.
(If you're wondering, I didn't win, but it's whatever.)
Love ya,
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