Don't Cry

I fall apart.
Limb by limb, I'm falling.
Decaying youth.
It upsets me, but I won't cry.
I won't.
I refuse.
Think back to a time when there was a warm summer breeze, dancing through my hair.
Where the world was a welcoming, beautiful, sunny place.
It's hard to think to that time, since now my eyes no longer see a welcoming world.
But a cold, ugly, dreary place.
My eyes, so dry and blurry.
Am I seeing correctly?
Should I look further on, and wait for something good?
Soothsayers couldn't help me now.
I'm too far gone.
This isn't living, this hardly counts for living.
My shoes are torn and wet, and I think I'm done for.
I think this is what's left.
What's left of me.
I'm running, running free from these horrid dreams.
Yes, free.
I stumble, I fall.
The rain beats hard on my chest, I can't breathe.
The water turns to red and I see nothing more.
This is what I was meant to be.
Broken, hurt, cold, lonely...dead.