Is it hard to see
me dying slowly?
of the fear i share
about the people i care?
seem not to mind
how much i'm wasting my time
of putting them First
with this God-awful curse
of putting me last
hoe i'm lost in the past
praying for my future
while my hold on life gets loser
screaming for a change
to stop feeling this pain
to have the ice melt
from the hurt my heart felt
running away from misery
and the insane it's driven me
so now is it hard to see
me dying slowly?
