Poems and Crap

Slowly dying

Right now I'm crying. It feels like I'm slowly dying. I don't want to leave. But I have no choice. I have no more volume left in my voice. If I stayed would you be ok? I still wish I had a say. I just need you happy. This has turned out really sappy. I'm wondering now, are you crying too? Do you know what to do? I don't want to cry anymore. Is anybody still keeping score? I hope you'll still love me the same. I never want to leave your side again.

I don't know why I had wrote this poem but the lyrics just kept popping up in my head so I put it on paper and now on this book.