Oregon

Deterioration of the mind, 

It's but a state of strained helplessness, 

As I urge you to do what builds you up,

But tears me down. 

You tell me that I should learn to be selfish, 

To take what I want, 

To ask for help or fight for what I believe.

But if what I believe in is your happiness, 

Then how can I ask you not to go? 

You are the sole thing that wakes me up from my dreams, 

But I woud rather lose what fuels me to breathe, 

Than to see it falter due to despondency.