Cyndi~rella
I hear the clock ticking
As it's hanging on the wall,
And my legs are moving slowly
As I wander in the hall!
My hands are shaking badly
While a tear drips down my cheek,
And I'm wondering if I'll ever
Become strong instead of weak...
I'm thinking of your face
As the sun shines on your hair,
And I'm reaching out to touch you
But you really are not there!
For all I see is an illusion
As a lump comes in my throat,
And my muscles are just aching
As I'm reaching for my coat...
I'm thinking of the future times
When you won't be around-
For today shall be the final day
When you'll be layed into the ground...
I'm crying as I'm thinking,
"Does the world care who died?
Or will this just be another case
Dismissed as suicide?"
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