Story Withering is the name of Time.

[TheVanishingPoint]

O sun of my eighteen years where have you gone?

Now I stand here, still, bent, in front of the balcony watching a life that no longer belongs to me.
The young laugh run shout and kiss in the alleys
I see them like dreams that will never come true

My pages…
Like those of a worn-out novel read a thousand times by careless hands.
I've known it all
the scent of summer nights filled with bodies and sweat
money that seemed endless
friends who swore "forever" while laughing
And then like glass shattering beneath my feet
came the pain of living

I've seen those I loved die
Held hands that were gone the next day
Smiled at people who forgot me the moment I closed the door
I lied to myself to feel alive
and when I finally stopped lying
I was already dead inside

At thirty I was still searching
At forty I understood there was nothing left to find
Love is just an old faded deception
friendship a word we use to fill empty phrases

Time did its job
it took everything slowly
like a polite thief who robs you
while offering a gentle caress

Now I have faded memories of faces I can no longer name
Names that once meant everything now sound foreign to me
And inside my body the one that used to dance
only the shadows of sleepless nights remain
short breath
chronic fatigue
blood tests
pills
appointments

Life has become waiting
A grey hospital corridor that never ends
Each day a worse replay of the last
And when they tell me to hope
when they speak to me of a future
I smile Out of politeness
Because the future for me is the peace of cold earth

Now I desire nothing anymore
Except for it to end
For everything to fade quietly
without tears
without explanations

Just that

That it ends

Forever