Another try
When life feels a little too much to handle I want to be able to say so. When life asks a lot from me in too little time I want to scream the unknown deadlines of my pain. When life suffocates me and then asks me to breathe I want to show how little life it could have taken anyway. When life hands out a rope made of unenthusiastic hope I want to be able to hold onto it even by a single thread. When life comforts me through a friend's "You okay?" I want to be able to say "I am not." When life strips me naked to witness my muster of emotions I want it to be in front of a faithful friend or my forgiving self. When life gives me a chance to love again I want to use it on myself. And if I still have traces of life While I stand there answering all of your questions, Please come hold my hand, let's live once again.