As I hang from my cross
It gets harder to breath with every passing moment
No time to die
A perfect time to cry
Still I wish I could die
Then maybe this cross wouldn't bear down so heavily on my shoulder
Maybe then I could breath
Though what use is breath if it saves my life for another moment
Slipping away in a world of emotions
I wish I was too dead to...
Cry
Agata Konopka
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-cross-2/
