A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.

Impatient.

I don't feel anxious anymore.

I don't feel sad.

I don't feel happy.

I just feel inpatient.

"When are you going to die" is all I can ask myself.

I have been waiting years for this, I wish you weren't dying but I know I can't stop it.

All I can ask myself is "When?".

I can't sleep anymore, I know it is almost here.

I have always had a feeling before someone dies, I get restless and feel a weight on my shoulders. The feeling has been here for almost a month now and I know it's close.

I check on you to see if your still here.

I listen for your cough.

I listen for your voice.

I listen for your tossing and turning through the night.

I wait.

I wish I didn't have to wait.

The waiting is the worst part of this.

-Losing you will be hard, but your suffering is harder.