Will you hold me up if I just say that I will stay?

Perhaps apathy has finally eaten me.
Or perhaps this is mind over matter.
I'm having difficulties breathing now.
I'm longing for you soon realize what I need.
My lungs are paper thin.
Will you coat them with your love?
Will you attempt to make me stronger?
Or will you sit there and observe my death?
Is this my end?

P.S. Chivalry is dead.