Everytime I breathe, I feel I'm wasting air
Everytime I eat, I feel I'm wasting food
Everytime I drink, I feel I'm wasting water
As if
If I could give my sight, to let a blind man see
If I could give my hearing, to let a deaf man hear
If I could give my body, to let a dismembered man feel again
I would
So instead of crashing to the ground
I could wither away, leaving behind the regrets
Of everything I've wasted
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
enjoyed the read because i have been there. thanks for sharing and letting us know we aren't alone
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