All
these feeling cut quick to the bone
Supposed
friends call and to let down
Attempted
smiles but can only produce a frown
Will
these pills clear the air?
Hopelessly
taking more like a self-destructive dare
Life
is slipping swiftly away from he
Was
it a mistake or is it me?
A
choice was made in grievous of errors
The
pace of death is creating terror
A
soul was saved but at what cost
Years
have passed always knowing what was lost
Written
by Lanis
February
21, 2002