There lies my motionless body. 

My skin turned grey like a rainy sky. 

My arms are just resting there. 

No movement, yet I look so peaceful.

The look in my empty eyes looks at peace. 

I lay there as my little brother finds me. 

He desperately tries to shake me back to life and cries out for my mom. 

My mom comes running in trying to breathe me back to life. 

But she can’t, because I am already gone. 

My body may be there but I am not. 

What's left of my spirit is gone. 

My lips will never smile again. 

My heart will never beat again. 

My lungs will never breathe another breath. 

They sit there and stare at me.

Speechless.

Frozen and unable to move. 

My dog tries to kiss me back to life but she cannot. 

There is no saving me. 

There was a time when I could be saved.

But I didn’t reach out and speak up.