Deterioration of the mind,
It's but a state of strained helplessness,
As I urge you to do what builds you up,
But tears me down.
You tell me that I should learn to be selfish,
To take what I want,
To ask for help or fight for what I believe.
But if what I believe in is your happiness,
Then how can I ask you not to go?
You are the sole thing that wakes me up from my dreams,
But I woud rather lose what fuels me to breathe,
Than to see it falter due to despondency.