(Last Day)
When I got hurt and I didn't heal...
I realized that I wasn't gonna live any longer.
That sooner or later, I was going to die... Or fade away just like that.
I wanted to tell everyone that I loved them. Even though after all the war and stuff like that. I think I learned to love the world just the way it is. The selfish little way it is. I love it's imperfectness, I love all the complications.
I looked at myself. I'm not growing muscles anymore, and I look like a walking zombie. My pale skin is even paler now, and my arms look like sticks. I feel my tears dribbling down my face.
Is this just going to end like this? Am I just going to die?
My chest hurts. It hurts so much and I don't know what to do. Am I just going to bare it and not care?
I slid down the down the wall that I used to support my now frail body.
I used to be so much stronger. I hate feeling this weak.
"Gilbird, I guess I'm just too awesome for this world, eh?" I clarified to the litte bird flying around me. I couldn't even try and chase him. My limbs are weak and shaky.
I crawled to the bed, I lay my head there.
My aching head, it hurt so bad.
But as I lay there, there is only thing stuck in my head:
"Am I going to die?"
Is there another way that I could live another day thinking it couldn't be the last?
I can't hardly think.
I guess I need to sleep...
Sleep...
Sleep...
Sleep...
I...
Never...
Wanted...
To...
Sleep...
I never got to finish my sleep.