Now I'm Gone
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I Will Find You Again
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To Feel Pretty
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Our Last Dance
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Surrounded by darkness
Suffocating Gasping Praying For air I need to hide away from the pain To hide away from the truth ‘To hide away from myself Cause thinking these things Can do no good I must learn to live I must learn to cope But how can I do either When I am stuck in the shadows I can’t go out in the day I can’t let them see my face If they do They’ll know the truth too I’m ugly I’m hideous My face is marred Covered in burns and scars Forced to hide Forced to live in pain Always wondering what it would be like To have someone love me Always wondering what it would be like To just feel pretty |
My hand in his.
My feet on his. Standing on tiptoes. Looking up at him. Little did I know, This is our last dance. Four years old and ignorant. I should’ve seen the signs. Black hair long gone. Coughing and wheezing. Tubes everywhere. He cries now as he looks down at me. I don’t know why. I smile back up at him, And say, “Daddy, it's alright.” He looks up to the sky. And asks, “God, why?” He looks back at me as he spins me around. I laugh with joy before I see him fall to the ground. He yells and cries. Blood seeps into the carpet. I’m no longer laughing. Nor am I smiling. I just stand there, As I watch my Daddy die. I didn’t know then, Though I do know now. I would’ve spent more time with him. Not going to the playground. I should’ve known. Unsuspecting fool. Maybe if I held tighter. Maybe then he wouldn’t have fallen. Maybe then this wouldn’t be our last dance. |