The Question of a Dream
By: Emma Drew
So I’ve got this dream of pure insanity
That maybe there’s help out there.
Can it possibly come true?
Please don’t tell me a chance won’t come,
That’s just something I couldn’t bare!
They say my silence is golden,
That I should just push it aside.
But I’m telling you now
I can’t go back there;
I’ve already tried!
The thoughts race on;
They always tell me I should quit.
Of course then my voice of reason comes in,
Pulling me back out
And refuses to let this be it.
With head held high,
But eyes that turn away,
I’m searching for that someone
To hold my hand
And not push me back into the fray.
Heart long broken
And aching from the fight,
I curse and shout and cry
Trying to scare off the death thoughts
Screaming “This WON’T be my last night!”
For three and a half years,
Ever since that first thought,
I’ve be clutching onto my breath
But my mind still beats me down
Not caring how long I’ve fought!
So I ask you once more
Can there possibly be a cure
To my body’s civil war and battles
That has broken me down for so long
But yet I’ve always endured?
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