How many more days do I have to live in order for you to realize what’s happening?
I’m no longer here; I am a body without a soul
I have lost all the spark I once had, the fire that would be seen from miles away.
“Where did you go?” I whispered. But nothing answered back.
Just a quiet kind of distance, where my colors used to be.
The days became stiff
Nights became horrifying, and the things I once called mine
somehow felt all wrong.
How many more days do I have to live for you to realize I’m no longer here?
I am gone.
Albelys Del Rosario Pucheu is a junior majoring in Music Education AD1037893@wcupa.edu