My body refuses to breathe,
I heard her words but they won't register
Instead I am left here without air.
I'm so sorry
No, this isn't real
My vision is turning black.
I know how much she meant to you
Why won't I breathe?
This is wrong.
But everyone has to leave at some point
I feel wrong
The funeral is tomorrow
She's gone.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
My body refuses to breathe,
I heard her words but they won't register
Instead I am left here without air.
I'm so sorry
No, this isn't real
My vision is turning black.
I know how much she meant to you
Why won't I breathe?
This is wrong.
But everyone has to leave at some point
I feel wrong
The funeral is tomorrow
She's gone.
