I died on a Sunday
A day of blessings,
peace. Eternal sleep
was interrupted by medicine.
It happens
When I woke,
I was surrounded by strange people
White suits and blue masks.
Needles in my arms
Sensors on my chest.
That must have done wonders for your anxiety
My...heart...simply...stopped.
As if it no longer wished to fill the pain
of a life half lived. Loves almost won
You can't "win" love
Fights never finished. Things never said.
What did you do?
I quit my job. I told the woman that I like
my feelings for her. Changed Apartments.
What did you really do?
I began living.
Freely
Then next time I die. I will not have regrets.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
I died on a Sunday
A day of blessings,
peace. Eternal sleep
was interrupted by medicine.
It happens
When I woke,
I was surrounded by strange people
White suits and blue masks.
Needles in my arms
Sensors on my chest.
That must have done wonders for your anxiety
My...heart...simply...stopped.
As if it no longer wished to fill the pain
of a life half lived. Loves almost won
You can't "win" love
Fights never finished. Things never said.
What did you do?
I quit my job. I told the woman that I like
my feelings for her. Changed Apartments.
What did you really do?
I began living.
Freely
Then next time I die. I will not have regrets.
Yea... I really died a couple weeks ago. Had an anxiety attack so severe my heart stopped. It's funny how death can change your whole perspective on life.
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