If i could walk out that door
And never come back in one piece.
Know i have madepeace with all that have been troubling my soul.
For i feel like i am a tainted soil
And death....... death is near to be my peaceful home....
If i could wake up this bed
Walk and run once again
I would appreciate the gift of life
But because i'm cursed on a bed filled with animosity....
Life feels more or less important...
But if i could wake no more
Know i have fought a battle of life and DEATH.... DEATH finally took the crown...
If tomorrow i'm no more
Remember me with the little things i shared with you..
The memories, tears, days of teasing and nagging.
May my poems continue to be a part of me even in my absence.
And if i'm to be given a chance to breath
To wake up from this long lost dream i'm having.
I'll live to make life easy for you and myself.
Know my isn't going to be the same
For i will be walking with a scar that will never be seen
A scar that will remain as a reminder of where i come from...
But if i could wake up no more
Or if i could live
Know my life wont be the same as yesterday
I wont try to live like a Queen for this scar is way to heavy for a maiden to carry........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem