Willow Silvera

November 11, 2005-Connectcuit
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Can I be Saved?

Tears, they fall like splintered
Rain
Plunging down from
Clouds of pain
Pain like,
A dull knife through my
Forlorn heart
A bullet through the chest
An arrow through my
Tragic mind
Midnight blood
Flowing from my wounds
That comes from those things
A dull knife
A sharp, swift
bullet shot
I could think
of many ways to die
A distracted train
A jagged cliff
A hanging
Rope
Taking away my
B R O K E N P R I D E
And
F R A G M E N T S O F M Y
S O U L
Raising a white flag
To the universe above
A rope
A knife
A leap
A slit to the
throat
Drowning in
The endless sea
C A N I B E S A V E D
B E F O R E T H E F L A G R I S E S ?
A question forever unanswered
Ignored by those
In front of me
No one
Truly
Hears my pleas
Can I…
Call you a friend?
(W H A T I S A F R I E N D?)
Will you come for me?
( N O O N E W I L L)
I honestly doubt it
You won’t be there
(W I L L A N Y O N E?)
You won’t save me
N O O N E C A N
I am rapidly falling
Down this inescapable
Cliff
Jagged with crystal rock
Falling to a pit of eternal
Darkness
Unable to stop
Is there any way to save me…?
Probably not.
If only I could just
Not exist
For a while
Escape this wretched illusion
Will you like me if I am
D E A D ?
Probably.
Not.
But maybe
Maybe you’ll be like me
B R O K E N
And
A L O N E
Tears slipping down my
Scarred cheeks
In the dead of night.
I don't know
If I want to be saved
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