I am getting weaker and weaker,
The more time goes by.
There is nobody there by my bedside.
I look over and see nobody there to help me along the way.
My eyes are getting more blood shot as time goes by.
My skin becomes more pail every day.
I don't feel alive.
I wish I was'nt, so I could stop the sufuring and pain I feel.
Now I can barely lift a finger.
I am even more sick inside then out.
My dreams are nothing but nightmares.
I feel more dead then alive.
The rest of my body is going to waste.
Still I look over and see nobody there to help and support me,
To cheer me on and tell me it will be ok.
To give me a reason to fight and stay alive.
I figure nobody will come.
They have'nt been there before so why now?
Does it really take a life or death situation to bring out peoples real
emotions?
To get them to realize how much they would miss you.
To realize how much they truely love you?
For years I have been screaming inside for help but nobody heard me
If they did they ignored me and let me sufur.
Now the rest of my body has cought up and I am dying.
I am already dead inside,
The outside is dying now.
I am too weak to speak,
Too weak to write,
But I am not too weak to listen.
I hear no voices,
I hear no sounds,
I hear nothing, nobody.
Who will come?
In the end who really cares?
 
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