She'd said it.

That word.

She'd said it and admitted.

Now i'm dying.

I'm dead.

I'm lying on the verge of collapsing.

Like a see-saw.

Just one word.

And an ocean of misery and despair

washes over me,

leaving me drenched in hopelessness,

filled with sadness,

standing alone in the aftermath

of that tsunami.

No one can help me,

no one can squeeze me dry.

Nothing can soak up

the moisture left inside.

No shower can stop

the oncoming disease.

Every single cell shatters

and fractures.

Every strand of hair

hurts to the core.

It's bleeding.

It's all bleeding.

The last tear falls,

and the world collapses.