• 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.
    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.