Skin, tinged yellow, not good, a bad sign,
a reason to say no, to stop, to quit, to let go of it,
to get rid, to bid farewell, too late, boarding a train to hell.
Stomach aches, throbbing, stabbing pains,
a drain, a last calling, a warning, too late, weve boarded.
Warnings ignored, once more, i fell to the floor,
again, i lay in wait, just hoping ive not sealed my fate.
my head trips, floats and flits, a voice splits the air,
a direction to follow, a new journey to travel,
if i just pull through, hold on and wake anew.
too young, the metallic taste in my throat, here goes,
stay strong, pull through,
youve got a lot of living to do.
thanks for reading.
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