Who am I anymore?
I feel lost,
my soul away from where my body lies here,
on the bed.

Alone.

Tears discolor my face,
my cheeks burning brighter than watermelons.
My heart longs for something,
that I know,
isn’t there.

I lay motionless,
my feet tingle,
and my mind burns.
Burns of what?
Not fire.

It burns of emotions,
tangling themselves amongst my brain.

Which road do I take?
Do I run to the left,
or swiftly walk to the right.
Do I just stop?
Should I just end here?

My body screams for help.
Though I don’t move.
Nothing moves, except for my mind.

I slowly sit,
bringing my body up.
The darkness surrounds me,
and I feel as if the devil is pulling me down
with his arms.

Pulling me, harder.
Stronger.
I fight,
and then I stop.
Forever.

I slam myself back down against the bed,
and shut my eyes closed.

Forever.
There is nothing to live for anymore,
nothing to dream for.
Nothing to hope for.

I shiver, chills running down my spine.
And slowly, I inhale.
I exhale.
My pulse becomes slower,
and I feel myself weakening.

The drug was getting to me,
for the medicine wasn’t helping this disease.
I shake, cold.

My movement...
weakens.
My pulse...
weakens.

Then it was all gone,
there was nothing left inside of me.
Except for my slowly ending life.

Goodbye.