cuetbruin
01-13-2005, 03:38 AM
I fooled myself into believing that I was eternal today.
That my wounds would heal
and I would never die.
But I died today
I cried myself to sleep,
Lying in my bed in a fetus.
I made myself believe that I was better than I really was.
My reality was false
So, I cry
When I hear the laughter of others
When I think on my stupidity
When I realize that no one really cares that I’m dead
The sad thing though,
Is that tomorrow
When the sun has dried my many tears
When the morning bird sings a different song
I, too, will fail to care that I was dead.
That my wounds would heal
and I would never die.
But I died today
I cried myself to sleep,
Lying in my bed in a fetus.
I made myself believe that I was better than I really was.
My reality was false
So, I cry
When I hear the laughter of others
When I think on my stupidity
When I realize that no one really cares that I’m dead
The sad thing though,
Is that tomorrow
When the sun has dried my many tears
When the morning bird sings a different song
I, too, will fail to care that I was dead.