My Heart Bleeds for you.
You’re already dead and I am dyeing, it's so painful I want to cry but I won’t allow myself that one simple pleasure.
I look out the shattered window, feel the rain pouring in on me where the hole in the roof is, where the sky’s tears are falling.
I wonder how long will it take someone to notice were out here, we have to be miles from people and from the looks of the road no one travels it. I know were both going to die, cold and alone and no one will notice.
The pain in my chest grows stronger with each breath, I contemplate pulling the piece of glass out of my heart but I know I will die faster if I do and I want to enjoy these last few moments of my life.
I look out at the woods and see the true beauty of them, the different shades of green and brown, the homes that they provide. Yet somehow we always over look these simple beauties. We take them for granted.
I can hear a little stream and it calms me, makes me forget the pain in my chest, knowing that life goes on, even for those who will suffer when I die.
I hear a siren, or I think I do, I really don’t know my mind is slipping, I am taking my last breath and seeing my last sight, and what a sight it is.
The beautiful green forest is being drowned out by flashing red and blue lights, I know now that the call I placed got through and that we will be shown peace I know that everyone will move on and life will end.
My last thought alive was, Pain and Beauty meld together to form life, we can either chose to ignore them or accept them, and for those who accept them they will live on for many days, those who do not accept them my heart bleeds for you.