Serrated kitchen knife pressed a centimeter deep, no skin broken yet. All I could think was how angry you'd be. The promises we made, to fullfill you, to save me, are dancing on the hairline of metal on my arm. Everything is wrong, every moment is a failure, but the only person holding me back is you. Before I go, I had to let you know, to ease my mind; I don't want you to cry. Nothing is your fault, I am not your failure. No one can save me, I'm tired. Before I go, I had to say, please don't forget me. Please don't throw my memory away. We played in the leaves, we had pillow fights. All of that seems so far away now. If I could take one thing with me, how would I decide? I'd remember your eyes and how I never saw them cry. My thoughts waver, the knife still in my hand. I am breaking promises, but I deserve to die alone. Please keep going, it's not your fault. Your eyes had best be dry if I never see you again.

In all of my moments of weakness, I can remember your eyes. I was scared, terrified, but with them you dug deeply. When I dared to look you would not turn away. I could not, scared again. I saw all of the beautiful things in your eyes.