I'm not sure why I'm surviving,
When others deserve a chance.
I have made sweet memories.
And at life, I've taken a glance.
I don't know about the number
Of words I will have to speak.
And the effort I'll have to put in
To hold the dying or the weak.
Waking up with doubt and pain,
To me - just isn't living anymore.
At days I wonder if it's a dream,
Or why living is worth fighting for.
When I look to the sky I imagine
That my hearts pain is so clear.
But it seems I'm stepping back,
To the days when I wasn't here
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