I am sitting here helpless,
as I'm unable to believe.
He stabbed himself in the chest,
and now lies to bleed.
His sister online with me,
as she wonders what to do.
I type as fast as I can,
hoping to get through.
I wish I could gain powers,
so I could be the rescue to them.
Thier caretaker sister already dead,
and now him...
I pray that she doesn't,
try to take her life.
and here I was crying over,
my pain and my strife.
the ambulance is on it's way,
dear God don't let him die.
I care too much for them....
Don't let this be his last time to cry.
"Phil... Sarah... I pray that you will find meaning in this God forsaken world."
Yes... this happened... I just pray that they are alright. It's why I'm still on.
Last edited by gren; Dec 21, 2007 at 04:21 PM.
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.