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“I learned how it felt to be dead while still walking, to wear a heart that no longer beats, and a soul that no longer feels”
― WHAT'S LEFT OF ME: Poems of a dead soul
― WHAT'S LEFT OF ME: Poems of a dead soul
“So tell me,
how long
will I continue
being dead
before I die?
Because this breathing
feels more like bleeding.”
― Hurt first
how long
will I continue
being dead
before I die?
Because this breathing
feels more like bleeding.”
― Hurt first
“And when death finds me,
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
― The Final Pause: Is this the end?
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
― The Final Pause: Is this the end?
“I learned how it felt to be dead
while still walking,
to wear a heart
that no longer beats,
and a soul that no longer feels”
―
while still walking,
to wear a heart
that no longer beats,
and a soul that no longer feels”
―





