The thoughts in the back of your mind.

'Til Death Allows

Life is steadily slipping through my hands day by day. .. person by person. It's slipping and I'm the only one who sees it. I see life with my palms slipping. I try and try to catch it but even when I do that it seems it's something I cannot grasp. I've been trying too much love and I feel like I just don't know how anymore. My love seems to be dying along with my soul. Light is always at the end of the tunnel if that's why I'm still at the beginning. The only thing I see is darkness black. My light faint and feels non-existent.

Where is my happiness? How can I always help other people and never help myself? Love and care and want them alive more than myself. I know my love is true and theirs might be too. But will anyone ever give as much as I will and have. And how much i've ever given to you I will give my soul to you. If death was coming for you I'd give my life for you. . . I will save you with the last breath that I have. If I needed too my last breath would save you.

Death has not called my name. It whispers and I hear my calling. My calling is to make everyone I love happy and after that I will seem useless. I will give you the moon and the sun. the galaxy would be yours. Everything would be yours. Death will say my name when all's good. All well that ends well. And promise me I might just be better off dead. It seems people can't stand to see me happy anyways but if death calls me they won't have a choice I will be happy for all eternity.

My life will be complete. I came into the world too find you and help you so that's what I will do. I will do my job and leave. My job was to save you.