Is this how it feels
Like your heart is slowing ripping away
Your mind slowly shutting down
Everything getting blurred
No longer able to hear
Breathing gets labor
It's like I'm falling into a never ending pit
And no one seems to care ...
Is this how it feels
Too be tossed out
Like last night dinner
Forgotten about
left for the starving to pick over
Then discarded once again
And left to rot in the sun
Never again shall I be loved

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