The clock ticks with indifference, each second so precious now that I know whats to come. My skin that folds on top of wrinkles shows how much life I've lived, how little life is left. I know my time is up, even though my brain is urging for more life, for more breaths than can be given. The reason I'm dying is not because of harmful acts, but because I cared, cared too much. Loved wrongly though I thought it was right. Tossed my heart into a pool of tears, leaving it to drown in the salty sadness.