I want everything and nothing at the same time.
Everything would cause conflict, but can't I have a feast without the stomach pains later?
Nothing would leave me wanting, but can't I have a famine without the hunger pains later?
     I want you, not her or him.
I want to cry and remember fear and pain.
     I want you to hold me.
I want to turn this around.
    
I'm slacking as the cold settles in, cutting me off from the rest of the world.
I'm dying as the truth settles in, slicing me open, bearing my soul to the world.