Death

As my flailing body
pounds into the concrete
the adrenaline prevents
my thoughts from being spoken
i should have told all
how much or little i cared for them
how i would be sorry for their grief
for everything lost, and never
to be found.
wishing my brain waves could
be recorded, just so you wouldn't
feel so sad.
sure as the stars,
I'll be gone.
i shan't linger on in this world
as a ghostlike whisper
once I've hit this cement
this pathetic life will
cease to exist
please forget
erase a memory not
worth remembering.