It will be swift, like a sharp blade cutting through the wind.
It won’t require much effort, my final resort.
It takes my breath away. It closes my eyes.
It removes me from your world, a place I only wanted to thrive in.
I’ll no longer be a burden to you.
It was always too difficult for me.
I should have been given more leniency, more room to grow.
I have made mistakes, but if I could I would only show you
that I could have done better, but it got so hard.
The day I die.