by Courtney Baker

Created on: July 31, 2010

I stand before you now my head no longer down

I sought you for so long lost my need to be strong

It always echoed inside me the day it's today I'll be free

Those smiles and the comfort they forced themselves on me

They wanted to prove that all would be okay

How could anyone have said that to someone so frail and pale

This world had become a coffin and they provide the nails

Too sick to fight the want to be united with those I wish to see

I welcome you, my death will you welcome me

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