The spasms are unberable
your pills are of no help.
Don't give me your hand
I dont want it.
I have been screaming my lungs out
while you stand and stare,
leave before I lunge at you,
before I consume you.
As I wait for the inevitable,
searching for my fatal mistake,
now alone, my mind hunts you down,
clinging to your every breath.
My words are as sharp as blunt knives,
yet all I silently wish for
is your eternal presence beside me.
Alas, I have never been a fortunate soul.
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