Drained
I feel my limbs give away
I feel my life threatening to release
It lingers beneath my skin
It cries with agony; with pain
I stumble on my steps; weak and desperate
I hold on to the ground; pretending to be strong
The voices around me are faint yet they are my weakness
They drain my soul, my power drenched out of me
I never felt like my life would end this way
Yet I sit here and write how desperate I am
'No don't do it'I cry, I cry like never before
The source of my life takes its last beat before me
I stay limp on my chair; with shallow last breaths
A colourless pen in hand with a black book on my lap...
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