As my lungs slowly
Painfully start to fill with air my mind begins to race
thoughts appear then vanish one after the other stealing bits and pieces of me with them
leaving behind nothing, salty
heartbroken tears of grief
Harder
Harder I try to scream for help
I fail each time becoming weak
Weaker
Weaker I lay there with nothing
the hugs and kisses I won’t be giving any more
all the laughs I can no longer share
choking on the words that could never be said
my lungs are field with air
Everything stops I can fill my body being consumed by the shivering cold of
N O T H I N G
Exhaling doesn’t exist
the last bit of me begins to fade
I feel my body becoming limp
lifeless
I go numb the last thing I fell is un-given truth
In the end of it all
I wake up…