How long will it take?
This slow death wears upon me.
I know, I am on my way.
I eat like a bird,
yet I possess no hunger.
Not even a drop of desire,
to let food pass my lips.
Maybe that is why I am so tired?
But how can I eat?
The very thought of it makes me want to vomit.
Sleep, is the only thing I want.
The only thing I can seem to do.
My chest is tight,
and my thoughts are dim.
If its coming, let it come sooner than later.