Once

Walking alone, unable to see in the dark of the night, wandering for a place to leave my shattered heart behind. Hearing only crickets in the dark of the night. Laying on the grass wet from the dew on what seems to be empty plains waiting for the pain to stop. Feeling all life as it leaves me while the chill of the night nips at me. While my sweater becomes wet with something other then dew on the tall grass. Feeling my limbs stiffen then go limp, I wonder how I got here in the first place. Memory's of what was once a happy life for me, float through mind tormenting me in my final moments, as my last breath draws from me with one final, resting through "Did I make a mistake?".