Dying little by little

I was dying little by little,
every day that went by
I felt further away from the little
of life that was still left in me,
feeling my soul
was wasting away.
My body was unscathed,
with no visible wounds,
but my heart
bled in silence,
each beat was
a deep pain
that reminded me
that I was dying.
Sadness and anguish
enveloped me,
like shadows
that refuse to leave,
consumed me
slowly, unhurriedly,
making me feel
that I could no longer go on