Dying bed and resting alone
Dying bed and resting alone.
Little by little i fall into the abyss of no where.
Standing here waiting for your arms to grab me and hug me with love in your heart .
But all i felt is the long distances that surrounds me each moment as time goes on.
Excuses within bonding time gets more intensive between me and all of you.
For a man that you don't want by my side.
So the further you go as you turn your back on me.
The more the pain exceeds in me.
And because truth hurts beyond it all.
You keep your distances from my life and love.
Think that day by day i felt the longingness .
That i needed to be calm with my loved ones.
But further away you have gone with the wind of negativity of your own life.
It kills me so.
But i do what comes to me with a life that is mines .
Allowing other's to interfere beyond what.
I do not do.
I do think that i need to be who i am.
And this means that i have to do what is best for me.
And if it means to live without my love ones and hold the pain within.
This is what is going to become my life within agony..
Because ignorance will always be a part of living.
I will always look back to see if you are near but if you aren't it's okay.
Because living alone with out you is my destiny as many other have left this world without the love of there children or family.
They have gone along the way within the path of death.
Dying alone with the pain of the love One's not being near.
So don't say goodbye because all i was.
Was a image that pass clear by your life .
Within suffering within the wrongs and right and the mistakes that i have brought amongst our lives.
But forgiveness i can give to you because you will always be my family within my heart.
But as i said the only hand that always reach out to comfort me was the man
That you didn't want by my side.
So as life keeps on without you.
I also must go along my path.
So don't cry for me when time is out
Because the tears i cried was enough to last me a long time within my own death.
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