Bye Bye

I lie down on the hard as rock bed,

There is an oxygen mask around my head.

My fourth stroke in my thirteen years,

I could hear the steady cries and see the tears.

I slip away every five minutes it seems,

I wish this was just a dream.

The room goes black and I hear no sound,

Death is quiet, not very loud.

I see them all crying from a birds eye view,

It was hard, but now the pain is through.

 

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[lifesmith]

You're writing is so simple yet still quite sad.