Doctor leans over me
In my eyes he can that im dying
No time to mourn no time to find time to cry. If Iwere to relive my life would I choose to end it. Why so confused why no more good news. Where am I going to go when im gone. I chose my choice now im to far out, hidden in doubt. If I could hold time I'd never let it fly by. Im not okay im not fine . Ive realized ive flat lined. Whispers in the night fighting for a fight to survive through flatline. My life in shambles my memories scrambled. my gritting teeth begin to bleed. This hell I scream. My body fused by the flame. Cracked between the crevices of forgotten memories. How did i get here. I don't deserve this. I lead a good life. Now I'm deserted. I try to breathe but it starting to seem that im held by the chains that i have carried with me. All my useless desires fade to a sea of gray. I will never see the light of day. bounded and confined I lay down to cry as the pain seeps through my skin. I missed the mark and theres no turning back. I've cross the line. Is this what it means to flatline.
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