Literature
I'm Done With You
It feels like eternity is passing as you slowly ooze the pungent, viscous poison into my heart. The nerves slowly meet their demise as the gelatin keeps making its way throughout my body. You've corrupted my mind and body now, allowing my very own hard work to fall apart as you continue the slow drip into me. And yet the embrace of death escapes me again, leaving me with just pain.
You are the poison, a drain on me that has gone on for far too long.
I have stayed due to a hope that was in vain, and now I know all I need to. This time, I'm standing up and walking out, and you'll probably never even notice the pain you caused, the letdown y