They tell me to be honest, so I will-
I died many times by the hands of others,
By the cruelty of others,
By their ignorance of human's fragility.
I die, lying down, with my last thoughts of how this is the end-
Only to realize that while the night prolonged my death, the day will always revive me.
That light from the sun,
The smell of flowers,
The breeze of the wind that sail gently on my skin.
All of these
Reminds me of the times I'm alive,
And I come back,
Weak but full of will
To try again
Until I learn not to die again.