Burning.

This burning in my chest is becoming far too much.

With each silent breath, I'm slowing slipping away.

I can't hold on to this lost hope for much longer.

My will is fading.

I can only hold on for so long before it all crumbles down.

Before I finally realize that I have to give up.

Face the facts.

Come to the realization that maybe it wasn't meant for me.

Maybe I'm bound for something different.

But I can't give up.

I don't want to give up.

My burning heart is burning for this, and this alone.

This is what I want.

This is what I need.

This is what I'm hoping for.

Please.