I have taken my last breath—
time and time again.
Though, I’ve always lived,
because I still had
something left to give.
And although my life
may be a lie,
the pain—
the suffering—
it has caused
too many tears
to stream
from my open eyes.
And I may cry, cry—
forever and more.
I am not afraid to die,
but I am, to live.
And so, what keeps me here
is quite simple: