Laurie Ann

The year 1996

The month is April

Living a lie

Dying to quickly

How will they know

If I don’t tell them the story

Life was short

I did what I could

Lent all of my wanderings

To those I didn’t know

As I die in this place

Where did I go?

How did I get here?

Why am I here?

Thought more

Felt more than I should

Am I here because I choose it?

Do I belong?

Rapid decline

Body slowly slipping

Slipping 

Slipping 

I’m drowning

Drowning

Is the end near?

I wish it

I want it

I want to go home

Mom might be waiting

But who really knows

Dying, dying, dying

I’m going, going, gone

I’m sorry 

Wasn’t the sister you wanted

Was as much as I could be

Spent my whole life saying I'm sorry

One last time

I’m sorry