Don't mourn for me
My body may be empty
But my soul is free
Free from pain
And struggle
Free from rejection
And abandonment
Free from the weight of the world
And high expectations
I'm soaring with the eagles
And swimming with the whales
I'm finally happy
And at peace
Something I've longed for my entier life
But never found
I wasn't as strong
As you say I was
Because there I lay
Cold and lifeless
Do you believe me now?
I was on a fishing line
Hanging on by a thread
On the edge
I told you
So many times
And I know you heard me
But there was nothing to do
But sit and wait
Well, I was sick of waiting
And playing games
Sick of medications
That gave me false hope
I couldn't do it
My emotional state
Died a long time ago
And my physical state
Was that of a machine
Going through the motions
I couldn't love
Or help
Or forgive
I couldn't feel
So please don't mourn for me
My body may be empty
But my soul is free
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
Don't mourn for me
My body may be empty
But my soul is free
Free from pain
And struggle
Free from rejection
And abandonment
Free from the weight of the world
And high expectations
I'm soaring with the eagles
And swimming with the whales
I'm finally happy
And at peace
Something I've longed for my entier life
But never found
I wasn't as strong
As you say I was
Because there I lay
Cold and lifeless
Do you believe me now?
I was on a fishing line
Hanging on by a thread
On the edge
I told you
So many times
And I know you heard me
But there was nothing to do
But sit and wait
Well, I was sick of waiting
And playing games
Sick of medications
That gave me false hope
I couldn't do it
My emotional state
Died a long time ago
And my physical state
Was that of a machine
Going through the motions
I couldn't love
Or help
Or forgive
I couldn't feel
So please don't mourn for me
My body may be empty
But my soul is free
I'm so close to being done.... I'm numb. My heart hurts. My body is weak. I'm fighting for my family and friends tho. Not for me. I've lost hope in myself.
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