..She starts feeling on her own..
“I don’t wane be the one
calling you in the middle of the night,
to tell you my breathing stopped.”
You’ll cry and start believing,,
all the silence, was me crying.
Suddenly you’ll realise,
all these failed attempts to fly were real.
And as you’ll arrive, to late.
The white blankets will already cover my eyes,
and a red stain will leave you my heart.
And you’ll be the only one to witness,,
my dying light.
And when you’ll ask what happened,
the shock will be greater then an earthquake.
“Yes sir, she died. We’re thinking of a Broken Heart, who would do such a thing?” the man in a white jacket would whisper in gasps of air.
”She was a Fighter, it was like she was waiting for someone, but at some point she gave up. We couldn’t do anything to get her back; it was awful to see eyes grow that blind.”
And you’ll be thinking “This is where I left off…”