This was the end.
This had to be the end?
I didn’t have any strength left in me to cry.
The dampness continued to soak into my clothes.
Why hadn’t death come yet?
Life just wasn’t ready to give up.
But I wanted to give up. I willed death to come. I was in pain. It was never ending.
Just continuing to tap tap tap away at me. Reminding me that it wasn’t going anywhere.
The rain pelted down on my battered body.
I was sure to die of hypothermia, if not internal injuries.
A song came into my head that reminded me of happier times. Times when I used to laugh.
I smiled. A weak one. But a smile I was.
Death was coming soon. It just had to.
It had to.