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The mixed feelings of dreams,
A state of pure bliss.
Where ever soul heard my screams.

But here there's no reason to,
It's heaven in my head.
Course I guess with not feeling
This is what they call brain dead.

I couldnt move my hand
I couldnt eat or stand
I couldnt even cry.

The I.V. in my arm
Kept me alive
Pumping food into me
But still I stive
To live.

No one good comes to visit,
They're all to afraid.
To see this monster
That I've made.

I lay here to hear daddys voice.
I lay here hoping it's mom.
But yet another day passes
The nights seem so long
My boyfirend said he hated me,
Had to be pryed away by the doc.
He loves me and if I could he's see
The tears I can not show.

I love him. . .
He's all I know. . .