I Think Im Dying Right
I think I’m dying. Not in a cancer way, not a depression way. I’m not bedrotting, I don't think. I’m just dying. Like I can feel that the tanks that hold my blood, I feel them emptying. I feel wetter, heavier on the outside, lighter inside. Am I dying? I can’t even tell. It’s never happened before. Usually, there isn’t a before with dying.