Gazes, and stares
of feared pain
of hopeful forgiveness
Your words nearly stab me
so just stab me.
I don't want your pity
You hugs suffocate me
with forced happiness.
Please don't make me fake
Pity the fool who is not me.
I cry not for attention
I died for your help.
My heart is weak
growing weaker.
My soul ages
as my body slows its pace
I'm gone,
And it was too late.
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