it’s the taste of ash on your tongue
the burning sensation of leaving your hands too close to the fire
the feel of flames kissing your skin
it’s the strangling of smoke as it fills your lungs
fills your eyes
fills your blood
it\'s the coughing as you forget how to breathe
as time fills your skull and oozes from every pore on your godforsaken body
we\'re all slowly dying
it\'s the scratches you leave on your skin as you try to hold anything solid
it\'s the screaming of when you thought you finally had someone who loved you
the taste of iron and the burn of a razor
the depth of the blade is not enough
never enough
it\'s the begging for death that occurs each and every night
it\'s the names that you\'ve forgotten and even more so the ones that you remember
they fill the cracks in you
are they keeping you together or pushing you apart?
you are slowly dying
it\'s the rock in your shoe that you never take out because you deserve the discomfort
the tears on your friend\'s faces as they look upon your decaying, bruised body
they know that you are dying
they know that I am dying
it\'s the bandaids that are scattered across your arms
the painted bruises on your face
it\'s the cuts and the marks and the wounds from sleepless nights
the lines that prove you haven\'t slept
it fills my every thought
it\'s that tragic thought of dying
it\'s the wishing for release that you can never seem to grasp
it\'s the rope that\'s on my counter
the knife that\'s in your bag
it\'s the bottle of pills in the medicine cabinet that has yet to be thrown away
it\'s the burning of a cigarette
it\'s the taste of alcohol as it pours down our throats and the sharp swerve of a steering wheel
I am slowly dying
it\'s not some secret fact
it\'s something I\'ve been waiting for since that first day a long way back
I\'ve been slowly dying
now you won\'t miss me much
I just hope you take a moment
and make sure that you aren\'t