to live

not allowing others to enable you

To leave is to finally breathe
and to breathe is to finally live
I want to take that deep breath
and exhale everything that makes me hurt,
everyone that enables me to breathe
I want to cry, but not for you, or anyone else,
but for myself, and my homecoming,
the finding of where I belong.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
for freedom, and when I'm freed
I don't want them to hear my happiness,
even though it will echo through the heavens.
I want to reach up to the night's sky, and
grab the most brightest, and
the most biggest star, and it will belong to me,
and my wishes only.
No one will take them from me.
It will be mine until that star burns out, and dies,
and I will die right along my star,
right along with my wish.
right along with my last breath.