die a kind soul

When it comes to death,

I'd rather die helping someone

than with blood on my hands.

I'd rather give up everything,

all of me,

hurt all the time with no remedy,

than become someone I swore I'd never be.

I choose to let someone tear me apart

for their sake

than to hurt them on purpose;

rip their heart out and stomp on it.

So I'll keep opening up,

and letting them take pieces of me

to get the relief they so desperately need,

if it means that I die a kind soul,

having inflicted no pain I could have otherwise healed.