Tresha

Dead

Copyright, Tresha

Alone
Stranded
Empty
Lonely
Afriad
Inadequate
Only
None
Negative
Blind
Deaf
Sour
Tasteless
Hurt
Bleeding
Dead.

Copyright, Tresha

Now I lay me down to sleep
I close my eyes, begin to weep
My soul will die before I wake
This is Suicide and no mistake.

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Why can’t I die before I wake?
There is no happiness at stake

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I do not die before I wake,
Another attempt I will have to make.

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