Fading, by Abella Atta (Contributor)

 Fading

When I'm standing next to you, I pray you won't fade away. 

You're my daylight, you're my stars.

I don't know what I'd do when you evaporate, day by day, night by night, you struggle and fight. 

Through all your pain, you make a way to find your way home.

But when I saw you sleeping so peacefully, how could I wish you wake up to all that agony and suffering?