I am lost, I have taken too many turns, I can’t find my way back, I wouldn’t want to.

Getting here wasn’t easy, I have no idea where I’m going, Only know where I have been, Where I’ll never be again.

My clothes are tattered, Yet nothing marks me, But inside I’m bleeding, Inside I’m screaming.

My eyes won’t stay open, My mind is plagued with awful thoughts, Yet I’m told to look into the light, When all I want is to be gone.

I am haunted by the nightmares I once lived, Damaged beyond repair once again, Wondering what it was all for, Contemplating my existence.

Yet here I sit, Still breathing, Still bleeding, Pressure on the wound, And for what?

Why do I have this incessant need to survive? I want to give up, I want to back down, But I can’t.

It won’t let me, It calls to me, Whispering, A whisper so strong to live.

So I cry as I smile, And I wish death as I laugh, But I still stand up everyday, Knowing it can’t be my last.