All I've Got

By Michael James Mead

Sometimes I don't want to get up. Sometimes my dreams are all that I've got. Someday I wont be waking up. Someday you'll look but I'll be gone. Now don't you say that you will miss me. And I don't think that you understand. That I've given it all that I've got. And it's clearly not enough. My life is a book called "lost". But I've lost track of the plot. And every day I lose a part of me. Some eyes were never meant to see. Some mouths were never meant to speek. Some hands were never meant to give. Some lives were never meant to live. And don't say that you'll miss me. And don't think that you know me. And I won't be walking on. In this dream I can not run. And I keep on falling down. Because my feet are stuck to the ground. In every dream I lose a part of me. I miss the childhood I forgot. That child dies the more I grow up. It makes me cry to know what I've lost. I know these tears are all that I've got. And don't say that you'll miss me. And don't think that you've figured me out. But I've given it all that I've got. Yet I haven't given enough. And I lied and I'm a fake. When I'm dead I'll first be awake. And I never told you the truth. When I, myself never knew. My life is a book called "death". A book that should never have been read. With every word I lose a part of me. © Michael James Mead