Sometimes we have to face our demons and fight it. Sometimes we get ourselves killed, but still we die fighting, which is a noble death.
I don't know how I can face it without breaking down. The only thing flashing through my head is the thought of how good it would be if I didn't have to face it anymore. Death becomes my salvation, death becomes my comfort.
I'm not brave. If you think for a second that I am, then you couldn't be more wrong. I'm a coward and only cowards hang on when death is imminent.
I don't want to die. I really don't. But do I have to prove how much it hurts by dying a noble death?