What do you do when it's time to say goodbye?
When the concrete keeps moving under your immobile feet?
When your heart stops beating in your chest.
Hanging there,
Bleeding.

You watch everything you love,
Leave you in the dust.
Powerless,
With a mouth as dry as sand,
And a body seeming to break down.

Lifes beautiful rose,
Shriveled before its first bloom.
All potential,
Lost..
Such is a life wasted...