I wish it was enough

There are these nights.
Where my bed swallows me.
And the ceiling caves in.
And I can’t hold it up,
Because I’m trying to hold myself together.
These nights where I can’t sleep.
I can’t close my eyes.
Not again.
And something as simple as a smile,
Sickens me.

And oh,
I wish it were enough for you to hold my hand.
I wish it were enough for you to stay here til’ the end.
I wish it were enough for you to love me when I’m dead.
But when I’m dead I’ll only wish I was enough,
So save your breath.

"I would lie in the hospital bed, afterwords. Pondering. Cliche things. ‘Why didn’t I die. What’ll I do now. What’ll happen to me?’ Because. Near death experiences don’t end with flowers and cheerful songs. They end with white hospital walls and somber speeches about why you need to be more careful.
I never liked the idea of being careful."

- Anonymous.

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” -Corinthians 15:26"

- Bible, NKJ version.