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mixed dreams

Contributed by karen on Friday, 13th September 2002 @ 06:10:26 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I love my boys,in so many ways.
they make me laugh with their own little ways
I watch them play and pass their day
i have a dream i want that to be the way
but inside i have a fear.

i am just not me i want to say
to die would ease the pain inside
but that would cause to much pain on two little faces
i want too be still and sleep eternal
but for the pain on two little faces

i walk this earth dead on the inside
alive on the outside,to be with my dad that is a dream
i still feel the pain of my own fathers death
that is why i think of two little faces

they need that love no other can provide
but how i want to ride the big white clouds
but for the pains on two little faces

i ride the hell inside me
i laugh,scream shout and cry
but only my soul can see deep inside

just as i would look down and see
the pains in two little faces
so for now i will continue
in hope of reaching an understanding
of this head and heart of mine
i know i have got to because of two little faces
as i dont want to look down from those heaven clouds
and see the pain on my poor little darlings faces




Copyright © karen ... [ 2002-09-13 06:10:26]
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Re: mixed dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Suzy on Friday, 13th September 2002 @ 04:52:42 PM AEST
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This is a sad write Karen....I hope that those two little faces are all you need to see to keep you on this earth....life can be hard but knowing that someone needs you can make it a little easier....thinking of you...

Lasca




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