It feels like death.
because after all I was never really given a choice-
the way everything dies.

All I was told was to keep moving on
not look back
**** up my tears and not whine
it was in sadness, I gagged.

They tell me that this is not worth my time,
But this feels like death
yet not one without regrets,
or a swift demise
because I (totally) feel like I have been ripped into pieces.

You go, I watched
and counted till dawn, as if things would get better.
What you don’t know?
It’d always be you,
and I’d always be bitter.

There is nothing more which I can or would say
its death, for you and I.

Left alone now, made to survive
Clinging on too tight would only drain me dry.