Posted by Amy K. W. Peterson on Monday, February 20, 2012
I wish I could sink beneath the Earth
No one could hear me
Or see my tears
No one to judge if I'm
Really here
Do I exist?
I think therefore I am
If I stopped thinking,
Could I stop worrying?
Could I end this fear?
Could I end knowing what is near?
Could I end the end of this world?
With the tip of my finger?
If I ever needed to...?
Would I be a bodyless spirit?
Floating through the minds of my peers
Could I whsiper into their ears?
I love you, isn't it clear?
You'll do fine, you'll make it out alive
If I managed to do it right this time,
You'll have the life