Treasure Island

kenisha browning


One Minute


One minute thats all it takes,
One minute of madness,
Never again will you wake,
You would become overthrown by sadness.

Enough of all the lies, the pain, the confussion,
Enough with the feeling of hurt and fear,
Am i in a sudden state of delusion?
Why is the end looking so near?

Never have i felt so alone,
Never have i needed signs from above,
Many nights have i sat by the phone,
Longing to feel the emotion of love.

Who needs life? Who needs Family? Who needs friends?
In the end they won't be with you while you take your last breathe,
I won't have time to explain or try to make amends,
My past, my present, my future will ultimatly be the results of my death.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 13, 2011
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