Death of Mine
I am dying and i don't know any other way to say it,
just knowing that you can collapse any time of the day tragic.
I lay in my bed every day with tears running down my cheeks and praying,
telling God and creaming out to him that i am staying.
I am way to young to die right now,
21 years old is not the right way is it now?
Feeling my heart ache in pain and agony,
leaves me feeling like i don't even want to be.
There were many times before when i could of died, so why now,
i already started living a life, so God why do you have to take me now?
I am not even close to being ready,
let me live out my life to where i am going steady.
Crying every night and hoping that in the morning you will see the light,
when i wake up and make that first inhale i figure out that i have sight.
My lungs burn like the depths of hell it self,
they can't take it anymore i want to lock them away in the most highest shelf.
The doctor told me to live my life to the fullest,
but if i do that, i will only end up being the coolest.
The coolest in a cold hard coffin is what i meant,
cause when i live i live to no return till the last segment.
Even thinking about it right this second that, that i have to die soon brings tears to my eyes,
i just hope that when i do leave, that my body be burnt and spread out like fire flies.
It is 2:37 in the morning right now, and its still on my mind,
readers please don't give up on my writing and be so kind.
I will be with you all still after i parish,
cause this is the only place that makes me feel not selfish.
I can tell you guys anything that's on my mind,
without having to leave parts of my words behind.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
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