I wait, I can hear the monster coming.

I can run, or I can wait.

If I wait and face it, there will be a small ferocity then peace.

If I run, It will reduce me to nothing to a broken-boned mess that won't get up.

I run, it approaches me quick doing exactly as it was supposed to.

I sat in a small cold corner bawling all the tears I had into a pool.

I didn't want to (nor could I) get up. I was stuck. Not able to advance.

Stuck in my own misery, I made the wrong decision again.

I could wait for the monster to finish me and give up, or I can try to run again.

I run, as far as I can before I crashed and broke.

I kept running until I completely broke down-shattering even.

I let this monster finish me off, I gave up on my will to live, everything that made me want to go on, evaporated like me.

The monster that finished me off was called:

Life