On the road.

A truck driver's meth

lost its edge when his body

gave in to fatigue the moment

I was about to pass him going

the other way.

It came fast, the disgusting crunch,

the ejection through glass

my dog destroyed in the back

seat, my arm ripped off

40 feet in front of me

and facing south

I feel the asphalt on the side

of my face, my body lightening,

my heart and lungs accepting

the end,

my blood ending its work

my brain keeping onto the

road in front of me

bright

warm

the sounds of

wind and gravel

and my breaths slowing

to a stop

it makes perfect sense

I think of my feet under the desk

buried into the fur of my dog

while I write until he's had enough

and goes to his spot on the couch

I think of the keys and the words

the sunshine of those moments

my head empty of music while

I change to dead

smiling at my ripped-away

limb and thinking

the tattoo on the back of

my forearm looks

good as a stand-alone piece

then a sadness grips the

acceptance of the end

despite the words

written on those nights when

I thought I'd had enough

I don't want to die.

I am dying.

how? slowly.

why? self destruction.

my own brand of suicide.

"my hero bares his nerves along my wrist"

Dylan Thomas's words taste like hot chocolate, but with too little sugar and you didn't wait long enough so you burn your tongue.

I regret only that it took so long

to cool.

How? Broken heart

Why? I never really knew how to tell you

Last thing I'd say? I've always loved you

I watch....

The clock slowly churning forward.

Watch myself dying

Dying of

Fear

Hurt

Pain

Brokenness

Loneliness

To afraid of how it might alter our relationship if I let my heart and soul spill over my lips...

Into the air

The place of no return

Not knowing what you'll say

How you will respond

So instead I look from a distance.

Simply hearing your voice helps me survive through another week

Desperately I long for the place I can have you with no restraints, but knowing I'll probably never tell you. That's what i regret....

The future that I can predict for myself. Living in stupid fear to afraid to let you know

I love you

I am dying from sleep deprivation (medical/health effects of not sleeping) My body staid up so much it couldn't function properly. My organs just shut down after so many years of unhealthy ways.

My last words would float through the slightest space between my lips..."finally some rest"

My biggest regret would be never spending enough time with my family.

Cell cycle checkpoint lost its edge, a battery of tests to know I'm dead.

One day is taken to contemplate

A phone call is made, a text is sent an email or two circulates.

Everyone comes to hold my hand

To

Say goodbye and dance with the band. We laugh, we live we drink we laugh we live we drink.

I listen.

I breath in.

My center centers.

Everyone has left I head to my stash,Roll up some comfort and light a match.

I judge

I breath in

My center solidifies

Words of wisdom I have none

Life is personal and true

What worked for me won't work for you.

Regrets are futile and a waste of time.

I refuse to spend what I have left thinking about my worst and my best.

Just a day left.

I breath in

My center shakes.

My hand is held

I feel the touch of those who love me

I breath in

My center....

I am dying... I can feel it .

You may ask me how. fast but not fast enough, slow but not slow enough. Car crash drunk driver,

It wasn't my fault I saved her though. my sister I saved her I covered her in the impact.

If I said something last to my sister I would say. "Don't be afraid, to be afraid to be brave I love you."

The thing I regret the most. she was only six our parents died, and I left her alone. I couldn't save myself to save her from life, I couldn't come back that night.—Terra