The Note

It seems like snow is falling slower

Outside the windows of my eyes;

I’m dying, sinking ever lower

Each day; you couldn’t help me rise

/

And there, beyond the reach of voices,

And laughs, and promises of spring

I’m waiting – not to be recovered,

I’m waiting to feel free to leave

/

My chest and skull are full of acid,

My mouth is foul with cruel words;

I keep it shut, and smile as always –

It hurts so much it doesn’t hurt

/

Don’t shake me for I am not sleeping

Don’t wait for me – I won’t be soon;

This is the last mistake I’m making:

Climbing through snow towards the moon

/

I’m sorry about every tear you’ll cry;

I swear to you, the fault is only mine;

I love you and I’m sure you know it, so

Good-bye

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