I think I'm going to die.

It feels as if I've been running for so long, that now my feet can no longer carry me any further. I can't run anymore. Whatever it is I've been running from, has now caught up to me.

I feel it.

I feel it lurking behind me, it's breath grazing my back. I can hear it's face paced footsteps. I can hear it's taunts.

Soon enough, my legs will fail me completely. And I stumble to the ground, face buried in the dirt, I turn to the monster that chases me.

Take me, I surrender now.

For all the times I've tried my best to not end up here, and to all the people who kept their expectations onto me, thinking I would make it - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't make it.

I'm sorry I failed.