My skin still warm
My lungs still breathing
My hair still growing
My mouth still eating
I put my right hand on the left side of my chest, I feel no heartbeat though
That's cause my heart is dead
How can that be?
If my legs still walking
My eyes still crying
My tongue still talking
If my heart is dead, shouldn't I be dying?
But my hands still holding
And my brain still thinking
Got that feeling of regret you know, when you feel your stomach sinking?
My blood still flowing
My ears still hearing
My arms still waving
My body still shaking
What kind of miracle is this?
It doesn't feel so great
The kind that comes from pain?
The kind that grows from hate?
The kind that hurts your heart and makes it go away?
No electric shock or CPR can save it it's too late.
About the Creator
Maliah Tokay
I am a 37 year old Hispanic female. I am also a recovering drug addict and ex-convict. I express my emotions and experience through poetry. Everything about me is real and at it's rawest form. I hide nothing.
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