Dying

I feel myself

Falling,

Just

Falling.

And then,

I hit ground.

Hard.

I hear the echoes

Surrounding me

And choking me

Trying to push me down

I stand up, weak

And I push up,

Not fall down.

I scream out

And it hits me

That

I might be

Another life lost

Without

A goodbye.

I yell out louder,

Determined

Not to join the other souls

And determined

Not to bring

More pain

Into this shattered world

Because I already know

That I'm dying.