They say there is no hope,
You body is shutting down, but
I know that you will be okay.
My hands are shaking as I
Reach out for you, hoping
To hold you close one more
Time. I can barely hear
Your heartbeat anymore,
It's so faint, so unreal,
Like fairy dust.
I want to drink myself into an
Abyss of blindness, tear my eyes
Out and cry to drown out the
Noise
So that I don't have to watch
You suffer any longer. You try
To call me to stay, I ignore you,
Fear clouding my mind and
Stopping me from thinking
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TI need you to live.
YOU ARE READING
Seven days[✔️]
PoetryThere are seven days left. Then, the suicidal girl and the cancer ridden boy will finally be set free. Together.