i want to die.
i want to stop living.
i want the breath to leave my lungs as if it were pulled straight from my body by harsh hands that destroy everything they hold.
but i know that i can change the world.
and i know that there are people that need me.
that need the breath in my lungs to inflate their own in order for them to keep surviving.
for them to keep living another day.
so i’ll wait.
i’ll wait for their weakened knees to straighten out and walk the miles to find their future and live the life they were always meant to live.
without me.

but i still want to die.