My breath is growing short and deep.
My eyes are swelling and I begin to weep.
This has become a ritual, crying myself to sleep.
Sometimes I don't understand why,
But I sit and stare at this paper and write my goodbyes.
Tears of blood stream out of my eyes.
The end of my days slowly slip away,
No more pain and crying day after day.
Silently my breathing stops, lifeless, there I lay.
