I gasp for air,
As I reach after
The last bit of hope.
I drag my self through
The filthy mud
I'm at the verge of shattering,
Seeing myself
In the eyes of death.
But yet
I'm more alive
Than I've ever been.
I'm still
Breathing
Fighting on
Screaming,
that this is not the end
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
