I don't wanna live.
I don't wanna die.
Is that my only reason for being alive?
Or is life just something I need to agree with?
Do my friends have enough impact to make me feel like living?
Does my family have the right to know why I might choose dying?
Instead of life.
Do I know why?
My reasons take up too much space.
Why does it always feel like a race.
I cant keep up the pace.
Soon there will be no trace.
Of me being here.
But please don't cheer.
