Take your last breath.

Recently I’ve been wondering what it feels like to take your last breath.

The pure, utter adrenaline rush as you slowly drift off into death.

I want to feel it.

I want it.

The unknowing of what lies ahead.

I want to know what it feels like knowing you’re about to be dead.

I’m not saying I’m suicidal,

I love being alive,

I just want to know what it would feel like,

Knowing you won’t survive.

I want to feel like jack felt,

As he slowly froze to death in the water,

Or how melody felt,

Dissolving into the fabric of the universe.

Of course, technically she was already dead though.

So I guess I’m her case she would’ve already known.

I find myself questioning what I would I would think about,

Breathing my last breath of air.

I wonder how Hannah Baker felt,

Knowing this was the last time she’d be there.

I wonder how Nora Allen felt,

Choking on her blood,

With a knife on her chest.

Were her thoughts already above?

I wonder if it would feel better than my best.

Would I be thinking of all the people I love?

Wondering if they would miss me,

Like I would while above.

Or my parents,

What they’d do if they saw my rotting body in a casket,

Would I be thinking of my funeral?

Wondering whether or not he’d go, or pass it.

Would I be thinking of my future?

The one I’d have to leave behind.

Would I be choking out my last words?

As the burning sensation of tears prickles my eyes.

Would I be at peace?

With the life I’ve lived so far.

Or would I be so pained,

Knowing I haven’t even legally driven a car.

Would I be okay?

Would they be okay

I just want to know how it would feel,

Knowing this is my last breath,

My last word,

My last day.

Recently I’ve been wondering my what it feels like to take your last breath.

The pure, utter adrenaline rush as you slowly drift off into death.