Can You Hear Me?
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Can you hear me when I scream?
Scared by all the dreams,
awoken by the terror,
dosed in such an agonizing manner.
I wake up in this nightmare,
Watching my life just sit there,
I'm lifeless,
Hanging on by simple devices,
You look in despair with hope that gets you nowhere.
You let me go,
Turned it off,
Stopped my fighting,
Showed me I wasn't ready for dying.
Can you hear me when I cry?
You sit and watch me die,
Your name was all I could breathe,
And yet you left me.
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