Slowly

The countdown has begun
Even before the timer has wrung
I am done
Filled with nothing sorrow
I don’t want to live till tomorrow
I want to go now
I am bucklying under the pressure
Nothing is done for leisure
Nothing I can do to measure
I am dying a slow deathÂ
A pain no one seems to get
It’s time for my untimely demise to be met
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Comments
love it! stay strong.
Michelle,Â
You write so sad, but sad is often beautiful.Â
Love your writing.Â
Matthew.Â