last breath
as I feel like im dying,
I grab a knife, and open my wrist
the blood drips on the floor,
and my hand is getting heavier
the pain is getting deeper.
I was supposed to wake up but
I realised that im not dreaming,
im still alive
im here, the pain is real
but why im i still thinking about you
why are you still on my mind
your love is suicidal.
As im thinking about you,
the time is running away from me.
My eyes are closing,
I could feel my last beat coming
so before its over
with my last breath i will whisper
your name,and sa I adore you
note that this is a very old poem... i wrote it about 3 years ago.. so yea
