I've become one of the walking
Dead, witness to the slow,
Agonizing death of my life in
Front of my eyes.

My dreams have died,
My faith has died,
My hope is now nothing
But a distant memory.

What would my life be
Like if I had kept
Fighting to stay alive?

What would my life be
Like if I had kept
Struggling to carry on?

I guess I will never know.

Without oxygen life will
Cease, without support 
Love and dreams will die.

I could have had a
Beautiful life, I 
Could have been
One of the blessed.

"So much untapped
Potential", I often
Heard.

"So much untapped
Talent", I always
Heard.

The flower within
Me has been stomped
Into the ground,
By the person I care

About the most.

My dreams have died
At the hands of 
Someone who should
Have helped me

Keep them alive.

Am I a coward to
Give up now?

Am I a fuckup to
Turn away from
What could have been?

Nothing survives in
A vacuum -- without
Support everything
Dies.

I am dead now...

R.I.P.

  
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