Its Okay

The wind screams out your name
As the night sky cries for your return

My flesh smelling so sweet & diseased
My pigments losing color each night the sun goes down
Hair falling out

Is this how dying feels?
Or maybe depression has finally come
To win.

The rustling of the trees tell me a story
The gentle drops against my window singing to me with sorrowful music

You know my pain, so to speak
You've watched me drown
&& become Calm, meek

So this is what dying is?
I've isolated my self from everything
Locking away myself into a room
Light irritating my eyes
Awkward anticipated gazes
My lips sealed,
Nothing i say will change a thing.

Before you die, you find all of yourself rotting away
In every way

Just music & sounds around me
Defrosting my icy walls
Speeding my decay
as i gasp for my last breath

I was never truly ill
They said dying was in my head
Apart of my visioning

Apart of nature
telling me to give in

Its the wind screaming out your name
The rain gently singing

That helps me keep sleeping
As this being, that i am
Finds the end at my beginning.