To Hear It All

October 13, 2009
By , Manhattan, KS
The rain falls silently,
The tears keep coming,
The rose pedal falls,
I then loose it all,
Everything I have has gotten worse,
I want to run and hide - from this curse.
I cannot speak nor can I hear,
why can't I just die?
Why can't I ask to have no fear?
I am on the verge... of becoming nobody's friend.
I cannot wait until the end; where all of me shuts down,
Where I can hear the rain fall; and my own self break down.
I just... I just pray to hear it all.

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