I was standing, A dark room, I could see only two thing’s , A mirror, a knife, I had to choose one, I was alway’s scared of mirror’s, Maybe i should choose the knife, MAybe i should choose the knife, Maybe,maybe It was Hot, I could feel the heat, I open my eye’s, A dessert, No one, except me Where were everyone, I was thirsty Water, all i needed was water, I start walking in search of it Where was i going, Felt every direction was the same, Sand everywhere, Sand and only sand, At a distance i see, I see water, Water, I run, Run, I could’nt find it, But it was right here, Right here, Where is it, I look around, I could’nt find it, Suddenly feel something was pulling me down, It was pulling me into it, way too quickly, It was quick sand, Before i could do anything, I was pulled into it, Completely, Was hoping someone is going to save me, IS this the end i ask myself. I was hoping someone is going to pull me out, Still hoping, But it was too late. It was cold, I could feel the cool breeze, I open my eye’s, An ocean, No one, except me, On a yatch, Where were everyone, I ask the same question again, Water everywhere, only water Was i happy, All i wanted was water, Now am surrounded by it, But i could’nt drink it, I see the sky, It was getting filled by dark cloud’s, It was silent, At a distance i see a storm, A storm was coming toward’s me. It was violent, I knew i could’nt survive it, Was hoping someone may save me now, I was pushed back with a force, I was in the water, Struggling to swim, Again something was pulling me down, I was drowning, Is this the end i ask myself, Maybe yes, OR MAYBE NOT, Suddenly i feel something is pulling me up, But it’s not enough, Again it tries, It’ll not give up, i knew, For once it pull’s me out , I was out. I was out of the dessert, I was out of the storm, In the dark room again, I choose the mirror, I was not scared this time. I open my eye’s, It was all a dream, All i remembered was, I was in a dessert, I was in an ocean, I was in a dark room, And at last i choose the mirror, I look into the mirror, First time i felt good about myself, All these day’s i was running away from myself, Scared to accept who i was really, And felt to die was the only way, Maybe that’s why i wanted to choose the knife, But now i know, The person who pulled me out,of the storm WAS ME, The reason my life was a mess WAS ME, And the one who can pull me out of this mess, WAS, ME, AND ONLY ME.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 10:50:33 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015