Immortality of Pain

The End

I touch my heart, and i can feel how unsteady it is. How it is struggling, to not stop beating and how it is stopping itself from beating too fast until it explodes.

Then i look at my skin, how dry it is from these cold nights, of waiting in front of this open door. How my bones would shiver whenever a breeze blows in. One more blow, i'd crumble.

I stare at the reflection of me through the window. My eyes, they look so tired. Staying up at night by this door isn't giving my eyes enough rest. Staying aware like this, just in case someone would walk in isn't doing my eyes a favor.

My chapped lips need some water. My head is hurting, from thinking too much. My feet are bruised from standing by this door too long.

You've waited too long, love. Too long.

So i walk towards the door,

i hold the knob tight.

I breathe, i let a tear drop, i wait for a few minutes; just in case,

and with the little strength i have left,

slowly, very slowly,

i close the door.