The survival game.

My body is tired my soul is weak. By the weeks my heart gets weak. As I start to die my lungs throb searching for the air that once was there. I say to myself I don't know if I can do it anymore. As my heart stops pupping my eyes starts to bulge as I feel the blood coming to a stop. I cry for help but then I look around and see everyone I ever loved is dead laying on the ground. And I'm stuck I'm stuck bleeding on the inside of my body and on the out just laying there on the freezing cold ground gasping for air then... stop my time is done I've done all I can but some how I feel like its not enough like I could have done something to prevent this from happening. But then I remember someone once told me that soon my lies will catch up with me. And now I sit here and I realize that I'm a lost cause. And then I start to think I've done this for nothing because none of this would affect you but I just hope that one day you'll never experience what I just went through that one day you'll survive and make it through.