Feel It

I feel it.
Feel it trying to push me down.
Trying to conquer over me.
I can feel it suffocating my last breath.
I hear my heart beat getting fainter.
Like its barely holding on.
Is there any hope for it to hold onto?
Will there be someone there to pick up the pieces of the shattered tears?
Anyone there to help me catch my breath?
To quicken my heart beat?
I can feel it trying to pass through me.
Maybe if I close my eyes and think of yesterday.
Maybe then I can see how it used to be.
How I used to live.
For now I will hold in my fear, My anger and my doubts.
For now I will sit in utter silence and think about the me I want.
As it tries to conquer me in my fragile state I will push back and not give way.
For now I will live on the last breath I have.
The slowly decreasing heart beat that will get me through the days.
The days of tears, disbelief and false hope.
I can feel it.
Feel it passing through.