#21 Dead

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Something is happening to me,
The world around me is crumbling from where I sit,
People slipping through my bruised fingers,
And blood seeping through my arm slits,

I want someone to help,
But I find myself alone,
Why is there no one around me?
Why won't they pick up their phone?

Things are getting worse,
I can't breathe,
Everything is blurring,
Someone help me please!

But no one comes around,
The world is getting dark,
My body now so heavy,
My soul lost of all spark,

My mouth no longer speaks,
My eyes no more tears can shed,
I can no longer hear my heartbeat,
Crap! I guess I'm dead.

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