Scared of death, scared of life.
Will I ever know peace?

We are fragile things,
and yet, so powerful.

Harm and pain,
caused and received.
With what regard do we do this?

Do you understand?
Stop.

This is harder for me than you know.
You're my comfort,
and the reason I need it.

you. You. YOU.
Get on with it already.

Half a broken heart,
and half a full one.

When it ends, will you be there?

Or will I?