One day you will all be looking at me.
Some with tears in your eyes.
Some with smiles.
Some with faces of disbelief.
Some with hysterical cries.
Some with anger.
And I will standing in the corner of the room.
Looking at all of you.
Smiling.
I will recall and safely store the memories I had with you.
I will be standing in the corner with no words to express my gratitude and gratefulness to you.
I will be there looking at you wishing I could wipe your tears.
I will be there looking at you with a tear down my cheek.
I will silently say my final goodbye and thank you's.
I will gradually leave with a smile on my face.
I could never been so happy.
So free.
I will let the light absorb me.
And will say goodbye to the darkness.
There will only be one thing that I will leave behind.
The pain.
I will leave it there so you can burn it with my body.
So you can get rid of it.
Kill it.
Because no one deserves it, besides me.
It was made for me and it will be destroyed with me too...
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This Disease Called Depression...
PoetryNormal people wake up to get away from their nightmares.... I go to sleep to get away from mine. ___ I'm alive yet dead. I'm breathing but I'm suffocating. I'm move but I'm still. And I'm waiting till I can become a corpse and let go of all the dar...
