If he, like I, whom view with dimming light:
The final setting sun within his glass...
Come we upon this dying day
For a friend has gone away...
Who Am I?
I am just a soul...
When did life become so slow
Despite these years I've naught to show...
Fading.
The setting sun...
Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath...
maybe when i'm dead
they'll talk to me in their dreams...
I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
since they “removed” my cancer...
The other night
I wanted to commit suicide...
In the darkness of night
Only movement the wind...
I wrote a
suicide note...
I am on the verge
of overdosing...