Misery

"I'm sorry.."
I whisper into the sandy bottom of the ocean floor.
for when it comes to me,
there will be nothing more.
nothing left.
i've already been torn,
from the minds of my so-called loved ones.
an old memory of ones mind.
a mere glimpse of the past.
but not so fast!
what is that?
my heart.. beating fainter.. and fainter..
the numbing sensation of death has overcome me.
taking me out of my misery..