Oh Look, She's Dying Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Over and over,
I'll play the image in my mind.
She's laying on the floor by her bed,
shaking, covered in bile and blood.
He runs down the hallway,
opening her door.
She never wanted it to end like this,
never wanted him to see her like that.
All she'd wanted,
was the courage to take that step.
He rushed beside her and held up her head.
She could hear his voice,
feel his warmth,
but couldn't say a word.
How many days had she been laying there,
how much pain had she endured.
Enough for this.
On her stomach,
the words 'I'm sorry' had been carved into her flesh.
Such a life taken for granted.