Today I woke up to a horrid nightmare.
I was dying in his arms as he began to stare.
The worst part was I didn't know why.
I couldn't figure out how I would die.
He was holding on with such a grasp.
The time on the clock did nothing but elapse.
As I lay there stiff and weak,
If only I had enough strength to speak.
I would tell him I'm sorry this is how it ends...
Me laying in his arms saying goodbye to my good friends.
I look into his eyes and tightly grasp his shirt,
A look that clearly spoke "Sorry I treated you and everyone else like dirt."
On her bed was a note to her mom:
"Sorry this was done...sorry everything I did was wrong."
On the computer screen a note to her dad:
"I'm sorry I wasn't the kid you wanted...I'm sorry I was so bad."
Him,her light of the dark.
The meaning of her death so black and stark.
The way she faded...
Death in his arms is what she awaited.
This horrid nightmare will become reality some day.
I will wake up and just throw life away.
Minus being held up by the man...
Who was there through thick and thin holding my hand.
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