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.
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.