CW: dissociation and death.
“I’d die at 22 to feel alive at 21”
14 days to live
All I ask for
She woke up to her coma
Knowing no deference
You found it odd
Having you around in every dream
It is no surprise
When you are with me all the same
She fed her the fuel
As I bled into her heart
She sat on the ground
Taking the coldness in
Waiting for my come back
“Thirty wasted minutes"
She let the water touch her
Desperately trying to wake her up
Forgetting its temperature as it glides on her skin
Who are you?
She doubtfully prayed
Saying your name before mine
She saw the colours
Felt the fabrics
Heard the echoes
But I never came back
13 days to live
I beg of you
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out


