It's almost time

Breathe. Just Breathe.

I am dying soon.
I can feel it in my bones.
A soft whisper in the back of my head
calling me - home.

I was never meant to be here
And I never wanted to stay.
The pain, the sadness,  the desolation -
Take it away.

Life is not a gift.
Life is not a precious thing
When trapped in haunted memories
of dark worlds lived in-between.

Nobody really cares.
Nobody really sees.
Smiles mask the decay
that burns inside of me.

Silence is a death sentence
For those who cannot hear
And those who can not see
A solitary tear.

Oh, I was never meant to be here
And I never wanted to stay.
The pain, the sadness, desolation -
Take it all away.

Yes, I am dying soon.
I can feel it in my bones.
A soft whisper in the back of my head...
I'm going home.