yeah, i'm breaking

slowly dying,

my heart's shaking

sadly smiling.

can i survive?

weakly crying,

may i be alive?

i ask while flying.

to the heaven

through the stars,

at eleven

passing mars.

***

thank you for reading this!

soon it'll be the last poem and an outro, so stay tuned.

(sad or happy end?)

have a nice day!

:)