i lie in my bed <br />my heart pounds in my head <br />my life hangs by a thread <br />i'm almost dead <br /> <br />is this what i planned <br />to lose my life at my own hand <br />it's like sinking in quicksand <br />like falling with nowhere to land <br /> <br />my mouth is open but i can't scream <br />maybe this is just a dream <br />maybe i'll wake up to the same old scheme <br />back to walking on a balance beam <br /> <br />back to being too lost to ever be found <br />to being too being to numb to even frown <br />to being trapped in the bottle until i drowned <br />to being too high to ever come down <br /> <br />this is what i had in mind <br />to leave this life behind <br />so bring the bottle, bring the bong, bring whatever you can find <br />and lets party just one last time <br /> <br />kuz my life is hanging by a thread <br />and i'm almost dead <br />and i don't want to die lying in my bed <br />listening to my fading heart beat inside my head<br /><br />Emo Seb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanging-by-a-thread/
