in life and death

I've laid my soul bare with this short story. Calling it a short story might be wrong, it doesn't have enough words to a be a story. I don't know what it is. But this is me. Writing a description seems baffling. I want people to read this, but I'm extremely reluctant to part with it. Whenever I write, I leave a part of myself in that piece - this time, I'm leaving my youth here.

some trigger warnings I need to inform you about: death, depression