I kill death every day I live.
Because I beat it.
I beat the aching in my brain.
I beat the tears and the confusion.
I beat Death wanting me to join him.
Now I’m different.
I woke up in the morning and felt air in my lungs.
I could move my arms,
And my legs,
And my neck,
And my back.
I try my hardest to make sure I’m going to wake up tomorrow.
Because now I know what it feels like to want to live.
And I never want to let it go.
Not even for a second.