True Pixie ...Smith - Emo-tional Pain

The light is dimming.
I'm getting weaker.
My breathing gets harder at every breath.
harder.
Now harder.
People around me.
I think.
Otherwise angels
or demons.
I can't tell.
I don't care.
Tell me you love me,
and that everything will be alright between you and me.
That we can be friends again.
That you don't love her.
It just might be my life.
I feel my body hit the ground.
People,
angels,
demons,
what ever they are,
yelling or maybe talking.
I don't know.
You just don't say anything.
You only sit there,
not knowing anything that's happening to me.
My heart skips a beat.
Another.
And before I know it,
my life falls to pieces.

True Pixie ...Smith

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