Swallow, that you will never be the same. Live the same. That this is a definitive moment in your history. As the blood seeps through your fingers, you recognize this. Close your eyes, and feel the warmth of the liquid surrounding you.

Hidden, are the ways of the world. Why does it beat down on some who have nothing but raise those with too much on a podium for everyone to gaze at? What will be given to those who live in fear, poverty, and shame? I think perhaps it would be nice to be someone besides oneself for even a single moment.

Guilt is what you feel as you collapse, that you could have had a meaningful life, perhaps given others meaning, but you chose what you did, you made decisions at the expense of others, threw away opportunity, to be here, lying on the floor, breathing your last