Damaged mind

I despise how you make me feel. Every breath I draw I crave it to be my last. The way I daydream about my death you'll think I was the grim reaper here to drag you back. The scars on my skin marks how many times I've been near to being expired. I no longer bury in fear, I now dance with my demons til my mind gets exhausted. I feel awful for leaving you, but staying here isnt an option. Til we met once more this time it won't be in a coffin.