Not YetNot YetI always thought I wasn't afraid to die. Death was an unavoidable event in everyone's life, so I just accepted it and let it go. I wouldn't waste my time worrying about it or fearing it, there was no reason.Then I found out I only had one year to live, at the most. What? One year? That's not enough time! I'm not ready to die, not yet! There's still so much I want to do.I wasn't ready to accept it. Maybe if I ignored it, it would go away because I was just too young to die. People don't die when they're only 16, they die when they're 80 or 90. I deserved to experience more of life than I had.Then 5 months past and it was beginning to sink in, I'd accepted it, I was going to die. I only had 7 months at the most to live.I started to tell people, and it began to feel even more real. I saw the tears in their eyes and I had to turn away before they fell. I didn't want them to cry for me, I wasn't worth it. All I wanted was to experience more of the life I'd been denied.It
Drops of Falling CrimsonDrops of Falling CrimsonAnother drop of crimson fallsAs night's cold fingers tighten their holdAll I feel is beautiful numbnessFalling into her silent worldNight promised a life without painFreedom and dreams that I could graspThis I heard while I sleptUntil I reached for her fingers of iceHolding my body within her armsWhispering sweet lies as I grow coldOne last drop of crimson fallsDecorating the floor before I die
Caught BetweenCaught BetweenMurmured whispers, pull you awayPale breath dances along your skinMorning's call; soft and sweet.Slowly released from darkness' graspTendrils of light claim you now.Different lives combined to make oneFreedom in the darkened worldSafety in the restraints of lightCaught between the dark and the lightStruggling to be free; longing to be safe.
Longings of a Broken DreamerLongings of a Broken DreamerShe goes through each day,Dreaming of a different lifeOne where she's happy;One where she's free.Life would be an exciting adventure;Something new each day.There'd be no pain and sufferingOr nights she couldn't sleepNo more haunting memoriesOf that night so long ago...Her terror filled screams,As she fought to get freeThe shine in his eyes,When he knew he'd won.There was no remorse,Or feelings of guilt.His life continued without a thoughtWhile her life ended on that night.Now she's left with only the dreamsOf a life so different from hersThey're all she has that keeps her goingEven if they will always remain...The longings of a broken Dreamer.