Death. Poem by angela anna

I never really put much thought into it.
But that night, it was inescapable.
I felt the bullet go right through me.
Cutting me, Killing me.
Suddenly I just couldn't move.
I couldn't get up.
It was hard to breath.
Hard to swallow.
To do anything.
I heard people yelling my name.
Searching for me.
I tried to yell out.
To let them know I'm here.
But I was breathless.
I could feel myself drowning.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Until my eyes closed.
And I took one last breath.
Before death welcomed me.