Where Am I Now?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Grief is what you make of it. There are some who choose to simply ignore it, others let it consume them. And some, Well, they have never known grief so contain no emotion. They're numb.

Submitted: May 02, 2013

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Never

  Undo

 My

Bond.

 

Now look here, 

Cant you see the pain 

 No

  You can only see the smile i paint

Would you ever look at me,

  And think she's known a pain so great

Themgirl that smile, laughs and plays

Seen to be those that think lives a game

Fun and joy, is the picture i show

But understand now, you do not know.

 

A pain so great seen in me,

to walk to path the blood is now all i see

Her purple lips still haunt me now.

Fragile little fingers on my hands. 

Coldness over her, yet still she doesnt shake.

 

But i fear now that she's up there alone. 

Looking down and calling me, 

Asking me to be 

with her

up there

free

alone

and not scared 

She tells me to go back to the dear friend i once had. 

And ask one more time, for her to take my hand.

 

(Drip

Drip

Drip)

The the only sound heard as her body drains.


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