I used to sit in my room
and wish that I would not
wake up in the morning.

I used to think about
how nice it would be
to not breathe anymore.

I use to stand at the curb
debating on stepping out
in front of a speeding car.

I used to look to the medicine cabinet
and pour out all the sleeping pills,
and maybe I would take them.

I used to think about death,
until I saw the little girl I love the most,
fight for life and watched it slip away from her.

She helped me understand,
helped me appreciate
what a privilege it is to *breathe