Gone.

Disappear.

Fly away.

I’m struck with the grief of leaving you

Or was it you leaving me?

In my head only one thing seems to matter-

Joining in your absence 

Leaving behind a worse wake.

I’ve touched more lives than you

I’ve known more people than you-

Well, live people at least.

 

To leave would mean a million more

Grieving like I am

To leave would mean that all this treatment

All this treatment didn’t work.

10 months of wasted money

Help a young child find themself

4 years of living hell

My body on fire where no-one can see

Helpless

Left to succumb to the greatest urge

Left to ponder my decisions

Left to weigh the options

 

Suicide

On my mind

Never leaves me hanging.