Something's wrong
It's not suppose
To hurt like this
Not suppose to feel
As if I'm just slow,
Slowly dieing
I'm probably not even
Trying anymore released
that everything is
Plain dieing not just
Me, and it's not
Only In my head
The fact that the
Breath I breathe today
Could be the very last
YOU ARE READING
-Do tell me-
RandomThey say time is a mystery, but is it really? Don't answer that ~Wolfchild
