A Loved One Disappeares

I told them I couldn’t do this anymore. I didn’t have it in me. My body is weak. Honestly, my soul is sore. My life has no dignity, simple things that I can’t do for myself anymore. This staircase, a single step is overwhelming. When did this happen to me? I could do this last week.

I’m tired of living I think. I don’t care about a thing. Not the day or anything you say. You say, “take your medicine, you need to eat” I say ”I can’t do this” my voice so small and meek.

This is a memory of me that I don’t want you to have. I’m not the person I once was, not the one you loved. That person that cared for you so deeply, disappeared and gave up this fight longer ago than you would care to believe. However, believe me, let me be.