Writings 040

They say that when it’s time to die,
you can’t do anything but cry,
as blood seeps through my clothes,
it makes a puddle on the floor.
I never said goodbye,
to those who truly knew me,
but they could never see,
the truth I hide inside.
People say that it’s okay,
to make mistakes sometimes,
but if it’s okay to make mistakes,
this can’t be far away from where I am.
I know what I want,
I know what I need,
but the blood’s escaping me faster now,
and there’s only one thing left to do.
My eyes maybe open,
but I’m not breathing.
The truth is what I’ll never know,
they’ll never know why I left,
but as my eyes glisten and glow in the light.
I know why I’m here.
I’ll never go back,
but forever my eyes glow in the black of the night,
never fading,
forever lighting my path,
forever showing me the way,
to my next day.