Medical Memories

It's the same thing
Same breath I regret to take,
Looking back, I see myself,
Walking down,
beneath all Freedom
Crying for help, in tiny whispers,
only I can hear
And the sound of sorrow,
too common to see, blinded by misery,
Tears fall like oceans of memories
And I cant breathe
Suffocate life from me
I need to believe

I need to understand that I am not alone
but its exactly this that forces the hunger, for solitude

And she whimpers again..
Mother, my fallen friend
You simply died before your body did

Please forgive.