I am bleeding
But not a soul
Can it.
Not even I
Can see this.
It hurts to
breath,
Live
talk
Think
Walk
or run.

My chest
Begins to hurt
I drop to my knees
Gasping for air.
trying to grasp
Any thing close
To pull myself up
And get a breath
Of air
But its too late.
It killed me
Slowly
It killed me.
Nobody saw
It coming.
Not even me.
Couldn't feel it
Doctors couldn't
Find it.
Now it is called...
The Silent Killer
 
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