Please, could I have one
more day,
Just one where I don’t feel this
way.
A day filled so completely with
fun,
Where I can happily play in the
sun.
Do I have to accept feeling this
way,
There is no escape by running
away.
Everyone seems as happy as can be,
I
wonder ... "Why can’t that be me?"
My
family doesn't quite understand,
Looking,
they think my life is grand.
I have a family
and a brand-new car,
A good education, I’m
sure to go far.
Maybe you are the other
girl or guy,
Lonely again no matter how you
try.
Your family thinks it is just a
phase,
Giving you plenty of love and
praise.
How do you tell someone you
love,
I long for the quiet of heaven
above.
Trying to not talk of feelings
inside,
Ones while smiling I try hard to
hide.
My body always so filled with
pain,
Being empty inside, how to
explain.
Please, let all my friends and
family,
Finally understand, I need to be
free.
Every day the feelings rush in
again,
Death the only one I see as a
friend.
How do you talk freely about
suicide,
Concealing the hidden feelings
inside.
To all of those I love who will
grieve,
You must understand, I had to
leave.
I can't take anymore I need to be
free,
Free of the pain inside for all
eternity.
© Brenda
Sparkman
December 2003
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