I cough, as the air thickens

I call for help, but my lungs hurt, and I couldn't stop coughing.

Even if I was able to call for help, no body would come and save me.

The flames surround me, as I sit there holding my chest.

Tears in my eyes.

This is it, force to die in a burning building, that I call home.

No body would miss me, if I go.

Right.

This is for the best that I'm gone.