• brittany_ 5w

    I Gotta Go

    I gotta go.
    An open door, a chance to be free.
    The sinking feeling in my stomach will cease to be.
    I won't be in pain, and I'll go gently.
    Softly.
    Like falling asleep.
    Maybe it'll be beautiful, full of stars and galaxies.
    I'll see my Mom again, three years after our last goodbye. It feels like a lifetime.
    I gotta go, but I know I can't.
    This feeling is killing me, eating my insides.
    Rotting and decaying.
    And no one wants to listen anymore.