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All the things that chase my days,

hinders through the creeping rage

I can't talk about it,

it makes me sick inside

After every joyful weekend,

I lay in my room and cry

With each second that passes,

I realize why I'm still doing this...

holding on to what I have left,

dealing with my parents sickness,

and my G Grandmothers death

I look back at what she said to me,

and it's like her spirit is living

This is why I can turn away now,

from something that can destroy everything

I don't hold back from what I enjoy,

but there's some things that aren't worth it in the end

I'm proud of myself,

only cause I know she would be

I didn't take extreme this time,

for the vision I saw ahead of me

Right now I fight each waking day,

because I know my best friend's lost

I've done everything I could to help her see,

she was to far gone to even listen

The bond we had feels broken,

emotions have scattered away

My sympathy lays in a different place,

it's where it's supposed to be

I am so thankful to have just the simple life,

it takes care of me

A prayer at night can always help the fear...

to only hope that she's not dead,

to believe there's still a piece left in her heart

No matter what,

I have faith & love that provides protection

I'm still here waiting in peace,

for an awaking,

that may never come