As your last breath struggles to hold within, a spirit contained not ready to rest. As you sit and suffer my guilt only consumes my being for wanting you to live longer, meaning to suffer more. How small of a section in the time of our world have you been, and how attached can one get in mere months. As your eyes fade and darken with despair, as your body writhers and your heart fades.
Your pain is consuming even if you cannot express it through your body, through your eyes, your soul, it all resonates. When you don't eat, when you don't move, when you starve yourself only to make it not so bad, but in killing yourself time has run out.
Death has come for you as it waits on a door, just as if you are waiting in time not to ruin the proceeding days. Your spirit is dying and your body is dead.
You don't have much time left dear child. I'm sorry I could not do more, I'm sorry I could only do so much.
YOU ARE READING
What you can see.
AlteleFor one person. All you other people go away >^<. Not explaining anything...PEH. *manic flail*
