That Sting Poem by Sierra Staten

It is that sting,
That pain that reminds me that I haven't yet departed.
I have nothing left.
No courage to end what need be ended.
I can't beat that natural idea to survive.
Despite my efforts, I'm still here;
Wasting away everything.
Thriving on that sting.
That sting of pain in my arms, chest and heart.
It thrives on the negative; The bad.
And each day it reminds me I'm not dead yet.
I'm capable of feeling that sting.
That merciless sting of pain.