Chronically Dying
I just want to die already. No one cares about me anyway so what's the point in suffering? I'm almost dead. No rush. Just pain. Blood rushing. Its all happening too fast. Im done. Im tired. Everyone left me. I'm just withering away. No one wants me to stay. My body is nothing but a decay. Some day, soon enough. I'll pass on. I'm nothing more than a long paragraph on paper admitting to the death cursed upon this fleshy tomb. I'm buried up above the surface of the earth. Not living, just breathing. Not even surviving. I'm bleeding memories out of my eyes. The blood is dripping onto my cheeks, then falling onto my chest. It's warm for a second then cold as ice the next. What is this foolish test? I'm waiting until my last breath. It draws closer and closer with each move I make and every minute spent on my death bed. My life is something to dread. No one noticed that she would soon be dead.
Copyright © Kelly Gose | Year Posted 2017
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