Her Last

There is a thing in my bed

It's there when Im asleep to when I'm awake

It holds on to me no matter what is said

Then it begins to say things that I can't shake


It eats me away slowly

I keep wishing it to all end

While I sit in this room coldly

Telling people I’m okay is all I can send


It clings to me when I get up

My body heavier everyday

It get harder and harder to where I drop a cup

There isn’t much more I can say


Finally I can smile again

A breath of release from it

As I put away the paper and pen

My choice was made bit by bit


So I wrote my goodbyes

Taking that step farwell...


This poem is about: 
My country
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