I am dying inside.

Inside my head,
I am breathing,
my last breaths.
The sound of it is annoying,
like the clock ticks
in a dark scary night,
making me sick even more.

The storm is over.
It has left marks everywhere.
Water, flown under the bridge.
Remnants of what it took with it
are still clinging there.

Over my dewy eyelids
still gleams a tear.
On my face,
there is a stony glare…
with the pain,
all feelings drained.

I close my eyes.
The anguish is gone.
No hatred, only calm.
I can feel peace
when I am falling in pieces, apart.

Is this what I was finally supposed to learn?