I'm afraid to die I'm afraid of wat may lie on the other side I have fear in my heart n it goes deep down a beat you can't hear buried in the grown no longer being cant even imaging its a topic that quickly saddens my soul my blood starts rushing my bodies out of control . I think about the dirt and if it will really hurt . I'm supposed to be dead my brain is screwed thoughts running my head. Something's telling me that I won't really be what If they bury me an I can still feel everything . Mommas crying from her baby dying im trying to make a sound so they can see I still feel everything in this ground. So crazy to say i remember the day like it was yesterday the doctor said I died. He has like ten degrees why would he lie. I'm banging on the coffin hoping someone hears me my soft little cries. Is this all a dream I'm not really dead I smack my self and laugh the things that go through my head .
iyanna11
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LP45 says: Wow. Definitely something to think about. Thank you for sharing. |
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after vision says: my poet, we all house these thoughts at some time in our life |
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blakmista says: So very humbling to hear such a vision. Thank you iyanna11... |
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Unique ThoughtsI'm afraid to die I'm afraid of wat may lie on the other side I have fear in my heart n it goes deep down a beat you can't hear buried in the grown no longer being cant even imaging its a topic that quickly saddens my soul my blood starts rushing my bodies out of control . I think about the dirt and if it will really hurt . I'm supposed to be dead my brain is screwed thoughts running my head. Something's telling me that I won't really be what If they bury me an I can still feel everything . Mommas crying from her baby dying im trying to make a sound so they can see I still feel everything in this ground. So crazy to say i remember the day like it was yesterday the doctor said I died. He has like ten degrees why would he lie. I'm banging on the coffin hoping someone hears me my soft little cries. Is this all a dream I'm not really dead I smack my self and laugh the things that go through my head .  |