• I scream,
    They ignore,
    As Im dying.

    I yell,
    They contiue their lives,
    As my life leaves to make room for death.

    I cry,
    They laugh,
    As I never will again.

    I kick and bang the door,
    They party and breath the air,
    As I will never party and breath again.

    I whisper,
    They come running in,
    As air leaves my lungs,death is comfurtable, and thoughts leave.

    Oh how I should have whisperd.