Tuesday, September 14, 2010

"Second Guess" by ANONYMOUS

She died a lonely and painful death.

I was too busy maintaining my grades because I was convinced that she would’ve wanted me to do that. But what if I was wrong and she really did want me by her side in those last few precious moments?

For the next few months every night when I closed my eyes I would see her suffering in an empty room.

A lone tear would form in the corner of my eye when I pictured her sitting there hooked up to a bunch of machines.

I’m not a scholar, I’m a horrible son.

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