Value

If it's okay to hold my breath,

to show that I want to breathe,

Then maybe I'll walk out to the door

To show how much I don't want to leave.

Then afterwords I'll empty my fridge,

And give all my food away,

To show how much I value it,

How much I need it at the end of the day.

Is it okay to throw away,

Anything with value to me,

To show how much I want it,

As if it's the only way to see.

To see how much I treasure life,

And each breath I take,

Then maybe I'll just go to sleep,

And never again wake.