I won't kill that little girl
I watch the way the sun meets my eyes
forgetting the life that I despise
I feel the way I walk in a rythem
here in the woods, a place I finally feel welcome
I hear the way I count my breaths
I imagine my mom, grieving my death
I smell the fresh cold air,
it stings my lungs, a pain I could bare,
I touch my dogs long soft fur, as he licks my face
I finally understand, this isn't my life to erase.