I feel like sometimes life is overwhelming,
it's always stressful but recently
I've felt like mountains of stones
have had to be balanced
upon my skull.
At times I feel like giving up
because the idea gets to me
that if I end it all I won't have
to deal with life.
While that is true,
someone else will have
to take my burden onto them.
Someone else will feel
the volcanic rock
burning their skin and
destroying their life.
Someone else will be filled
with the feeling to
grab the nearest object
that could be proved fatal.
I may not even know this someone.
They may end up being
a secret admirer
who no longer has another
to dream the impossible with.
I have felt that pain before
and I never want anyone
to go through it.
That is the reason I am still here.
I exist because I want others to exist.
I want everyone to be happy.
Writing this has made me realize
that the person who saves your life
may end up being that quiet girl
that you've exchanged two words with.
The person who saves you from
your own bullet
could be a complete stranger.
