Written on 12/8/14 about my best friend Jason who had Pancreatic Cancer in 2012.. he called me to say his goodbyes as the doctor had given him mere days left to live. Aside from calling me, he called many others who wouldn’t answer his call. Luckily he survived, but mentally he never healed. He served in the U.S. Army for 8 years and struggled with PTSD and Depression. On 6/29/19, Jason took his life. He may be gone, but he will forever be in my heart.|
When the time is up, nothing really matters.
From the moment I wake up, nobody really cares.
I’m calling from my death bed but you’re silencing that call again.
I called because I cared.
And I’m scared, because the end is near.
I need you now. When will you care?
I’m not prepared.
And we’re calling. We’re calling for you now.
No landlines, we’re screaming, we’re dreaming.
The nightmares on Elm Street spread across the town.
The time’s been up. The journey’s over now.
And now you can’t hear what I’m saying because my fears drown out the tears.
And I’m lost within myself, just like I’ve been for many years.
Nothing’s changed, nothing stays the same.
So, we run; no point in facing fears.
They ask you, why are you crying?
Soon you will be flying.
But when you’re cold, beneath the ground, your bones cry out for another round.
But I know you’d do it just the same.
No, you wouldn’t change a thing.
Howling at the moon, my hunger soothes the shame.
I can’t claim the fame, delete the frame.
I know me, and in my mind I’ll forever be.
Eternity is just a dream.
A fallacy we strive to see.
We’re waiting for an afterlife.
We need something real to believe in.
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