I die a little more inside
Every single day
What will be left of me
Once my body starts to decay
Who will stay beside me
Who will take my hand
As the bones turn into ash
As time trickles out like sand
As the pain subsides
As I start to let go
Will there be someone there
As I stare out the window
Or will I leave this world alone
Nyx
OH GOD I RELATE I REALLY RELATE TO THIS RIGHT NOW… LIZ AN ALTER IN A DID SYSTEM
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wow, that is a very well written poem sweetie from the heart ; nevertheless, so sad indeed. I wish you the best and also i do not understand why some man do not see the real beauty and qualities you have , i wish to be there if i had a chance . Have a great Saturday beautiful .
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thank you
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Well described mizz.
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Thank you buddy
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