death

The curtains are closed, no sun glances trough, I feel like a ghost, dying so soon. The words are unspoken, am I afraid? I dont think i'm broken, just backed away. I killed someone, seems to go fog, but that I killed myself, doesnt shock? Its not that peaceful, as I thought it would be. The darkness grabs me, I thought I was free? Free of the numbness, the world, the pain. Whats with my dumbness? I feel like i'm chained.