The Process of Dying

Time after time
based on my emotions
I'm slowly dying.
The process is slow
but the result is like a bow
piercing my already dying heart.

My mind is a fault line
and there are shivers up my spine
and there's fear in my heart.
Now I know I'm not ready to die.

No one cares to ask how I am
No one to understand how I feel
so there is no reason to lie
and say “Yeah, I’m fine”
No one can give me a lifeline
and I know I might have to resign.

Darkness and I intertwine
The love in my heart is amiss
In that moment I know it
My soul is already dying.