Oh how easily you give up your life for comfort
How easily you accept the death of your self for a fraction of peace
Did you think you’d be better off?
Did you think that your pain would go away?
Some of it would
Some of it would stay and pester a festering hole in your side
Oh how desperately you begged for your ending
Sad how you never realized you can’t escape your failures
None of us can
There are many ways of killing ourselves
Living is not a remedy
Life is not a disease
Accepting your fate is not an admission of guilt
Or failure
It’s a method of correction
It’s not take it or leave it
It’s take it or break it
Break it into something new
Make it into something your own
That you could never own
That you could never love
That you could never save
That you could never know
Something
And yours forever