My heart stops in an instant;
I begin to feel weak.
I try to move my legs but can't;
I can no longer speak.

I collapse to the floor
and slowly whither away.
My entire body feels sore;
it's starting to decay.

No longer thinking of the grief,
nor wishing to think at all,
I lie in my blood awaiting relief
against the bathroom wall.

My consciousness begins to evanesce,
my breath begins to slow.
Awaiting my death to progress
as the blood continues to flow.

I take in my last bit of air.
My heart so hollow and deep;
empty of feeling, full of despair.
drifting into an eternal sleep.