My purpose has expired.
I'm not needed anymore.
The energy has changed as I struggle to breath.
All of the pronouns are I, me and my while my heart said we, us, ours.
I gave you my life jacket helping you in your struggles. Kicking and paddling to push you along to the next tier, step up. Then you finally realized you could touch the bottom and just stood up.
You see me see drowning and tell me you don't want to lose me but you don't reach out to me to help keep me from going under! The weight of Me holding you down while that life jacket keeps you afloat.
Silence rings out as seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months and before you know it the thoughts are gone and the memory has faded.
The importance of used moments shredded.
The stepping stone used without a thought of the cold darkness that surrounds its fractured soul!
Gasping for that last breath wishing once again this wasn't my life, wasted.
Last respects that fall on deaf ears as ashes blow in the wind.
Tomorrow didn't come and what was left for later is forgotten and cold.
