V a n a s h i n g slowly,

carefully f a d i n g away...

Turning into what?

A new l i f e, new ways.

Once I d i s s a p p e a r,

where will I be?

Possibly in the b l a c k of s p a c e,

or maybe d e e p under the s e a.

I p r a y someone will f i n d me,

& b r e a t h e life into my nothingness.

Once it's all over, I w o n d e r,

was it all worth it?

We're taught to be f e a r l e s s;

to take r i s k s and c h a n c e s,

but what happens when the risk f a i l s,

and you barely know what your n a m e is,

what you s t a n d for,

or who you b e l i e v e?

All that's left of you is a few b r e a t h s,

b l u e e y e s, and a h e a r t that barely b e a t s.