In the end...

I know...
It's hard to keep going when you feel you've reached the end. It's hard to move forward when you know there's no tomorrow, but you keep smiling anyway because that's the only reason you're allowed to stay in the company of others. I tried to reach out to others like me and I did my best to lift them up even though a piece of me broke away every time they stepped on my shoulders...but I don't mind. If they can rise up, if my ashes are the cost of their flight, then I'm glad. Give them wings from my destruction. Let them live from my small sacrifice. Spare them. Let them go on. It's why I'm here, so please... Don't waste me.