The feeling of dying
Has grown through the years,
Wanting to leave my so called life,
Yet, there is still one thing there,
One though I'm trying to forget,
The one of leaving you, my heart say, don't do it,
While my head says, I can watch from above,
I wait to tell you the decision,
Not wanting to tell you, for it will be,
Our last conversation, for I
Have chosen my head, and not my heart.
