(TW for violence / self-harm.)
by Ada Hoffmann
Scoop out your organs and hand them to those more deserving. These cringing masses just out of your reach. You're safe atop this rock you never asked for, and there's no way down. Put out your eyes, but you'll still see their faces. You aren't the one who is going to die. Cut off your fingertips, chop yourself to pieces that you can't fling down to the starving. Pieces that will choke them, that will wither before they reach the ground. Or rot where you are. Fling yourself back and forth on the mighty mountaintop like a drama queen. Go on. You're going to be just fine.