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Array ( [sid] => 21702 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => One More Day [time] => 2003-08-10 12:25:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => She’s so tired of trying to fight away life
She’s so tired of trying to keep herself sane
She can’t find a reason that she should care
Her heart is too broken to fix, her spirit is so stained
She tries all through the day to find a reason to care
She tries to find hope through the sorrow
But the only comfort she finds in life
Is that maybe she won’t wake up tomorrow.
She hears of deaths and horrible things
And wonders why she doesn’t care more.
She wonders how her heart became so cold
And what stops her from just walking out the door?
She sits alone through the night, trying not to fall asleep
Afraid of what she’ll see, afraid of the things in her own dreams
She sits alone through the day, staring at the wall
She’s so numb she can’t think, just an empty soul
One day she sees the gun sitting there
She says, hell why not?
There’s nothing left in this life worth having
Everyone heard the shot
Her parents came running to her
The neighbors heard the shot too
They were mortified by what they saw
Let me just say this to you.
The next day was when school started
She was going to meet the man of her dreams
Her parents were buying her a car
Her birthday was near, it seems
She was going to rattle the stars
She would’ve changed the world we live in today
She was going to fall in love
Overcome all the obstacles that came her way
She would’ve had a happy life
If she’d have lived one more day. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 263 [topic] => 32 [informant] => blackfire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
One More Day

Contributed by blackfire9786 on Sunday, 10th August 2003 @ 12:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



She’s so tired of trying to fight away life
She’s so tired of trying to keep herself sane
She can’t find a reason that she should care
Her heart is too broken to fix, her spirit is so stained
She tries all through the day to find a reason to care
She tries to find hope through the sorrow
But the only comfort she finds in life
Is that maybe she won’t wake up tomorrow.
She hears of deaths and horrible things
And wonders why she doesn’t care more.
She wonders how her heart became so cold
And what stops her from just walking out the door?
She sits alone through the night, trying not to fall asleep
Afraid of what she’ll see, afraid of the things in her own dreams
She sits alone through the day, staring at the wall
She’s so numb she can’t think, just an empty soul
One day she sees the gun sitting there
She says, hell why not?
There’s nothing left in this life worth having
Everyone heard the shot
Her parents came running to her
The neighbors heard the shot too
They were mortified by what they saw
Let me just say this to you.
The next day was when school started
She was going to meet the man of her dreams
Her parents were buying her a car
Her birthday was near, it seems
She was going to rattle the stars
She would’ve changed the world we live in today
She was going to fall in love
Overcome all the obstacles that came her way
She would’ve had a happy life
If she’d have lived one more day.




Copyright © blackfire9786 ... [ 2003-08-10 12:25:00]
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Re: One More Day (User Rating: 1 )
by xxmonstahxx on Sunday, 10th August 2003 @ 09:14:12 PM AEST
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so sad... but beautiful


Re: One More Day (User Rating: 1 )
by Crow on Monday, 11th August 2003 @ 03:40:23 PM AEST
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you brought tears to my eyes, very good write
i would have liked to have seen her live. Crow




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