With every morning that I wake up,
I fight to remain strong.
Every time you see me smile,
There is a battle beneath tats going on.
Every moment that I live,
I try not to remember the dead.
When you see me silent,
I'm phrasing words inside my head.
There are times when it gets too much to bear.
There are times when I feel there is none to care.
Those are the times I wanna succumb and die.
Those are the times I wanna give up the fight.
Even then I battle and keep my heart going.
What's the point giving up when there might be a chance of winning?