i never knew that i was sick.
i always thought i'd live
long and proud

and yet here i stand on ghostly
limbs, still, staring at who
i once was.

i look like such a mess in my
final moments, pale and
unsmiling.

my regret: never having graced
the world with my last
cheeky grin.

little sister cries aloud, fists
clenched. her tears soak the bed.
"why did you go?"

i smile, sadly staring at her
twisted features. bless her.
i let myself cry.

"good luck being the eldest, sis,"
i whisper, yet no one hears;
i curse in silence.

dad controls the urge to hug my
stiffening corpse. his eyes water.
"i'm sorry, dad."

"maybe it would have been better
if i were never your son
in the first place."

my insides scream, they beg me to
do something, let them know
that i'm fine

but the world doesn't work that way.
turning back, not saying goodbye
i close my eyes.

try to bring with me warmer
memories of family:
my final thoughts.

and bit by final bit, i feel
everything shut down at once;
i finally stop existing.

A/N: I actually dreamt that I died yesterday, so this piece was inspired by my dream. Still feeling all sorts of emotions from it haha tbh, but...oh well. Hope you guys enjoyed this! :)