The Hidden Truth

I close my eyes.

Wind flows around me,

like all it wants to do,

is cool of this world.

My hair is blown away from my head,

leaving it to fly around me,

landing in places beyond my control.

The smell of flowers surrounds me,

soothes me.

I take my surroundings in.

I take in what this place has to offer me.

I smile.

I open my eyes.

Fumes fly around me,

like all they want to do,

is kill this world.

My hair is blown away from my head,

leaving me coughing,

wishing for a breath of clean air.

The smell of trash surrounds me,

sickens me.

I take my surroundings in.

I take in what this place has to offer me.

I cry.

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Shadows surround me.

I can't breath.

The world is going dark.
 

Is this what death feels like?

Like the world is crashing around you,

and all you can do is stand there?

Is this what it's like,

to be left alone?

To be left crying?

To be left wishing?
 

Wishing that someone was there.

That someone could come and save me.

Save me from this pain I'm in.