Jade Pen (aka Mary therese Di Piero)


To Busy


I am dead
Just like you said
I am dead
I should die
Like you said
I have no friends
No one likes me
I am lost
I am dead
I their is no reason for me to live
Only a reason for me to die
Death
You ask where I will go
You already answered that
I will go to sateen with the unmendable heart
I shall go to satin
I shall die
No more life to live
No more life to give
When their is no more
Love to give their is
No more life to live
If I dead today
Do not attained
My wake I know
You where to busy for me in life
You are to busy to go and cry over
The corps of the one you left
And the one you hurt
You where to busy for me in life
But I’m to busy for you in death.

Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

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