Dying In Secrecy Poem by Isabella Night

My secret is out.
You now realize what I was secretly talking about.
I was going through pain.
Please don't think you're the blame.
It's a hard choice;
So I decided to cease my voice.
I am so stuck in the past.
I'm not cognizant of how long this will last.
As I lie here in my lonely loft crying.
I am slowly but surely dying...
My pain and agony are rising towards their peak.
Yet, it is not love I seek.
It is death...
Observe my life during my last breath...