Cos nothing and nowhere is golden

Is your life that messed up that you had to take steps to make it stop?
My voice was weak and I fought to breathe, I couldn't listen to any voices. The streets of heaven was full tonight, of souls and angels, of souls like mine, whose life has ended too soon. Maybe that's why it wasn't my time, to be with God.

You tell me life is worth fighting for, but can't you see I'm not breathing? Blood drips from places I hide. Hide those secrets, hide it away.

Air is something I don't need. It's not something I live off - not when I don't have anything worth fighting for. But yet, I survived, dancing awkwardly into the limbo between death and life, slipping into the consciousness of world and the veil of a different space they call insane.

Didn't you find those new shadows beneath my eyes, the smell of grief, the beautiful way a fragile person like me moves? Lost in the space of agony, wanting only to be reunited with a heart that no longer beats. Wanting to kill the guilt that was beginning to eat me alive.

Death threw bruising fingers around my throat, but loosened his grip. Why? Why was I not taken?