As the darkness washes over me
And my heart and soul die once again
There's one question that haunts me
Why do I live?
Giving up would be so easy
No more pain
No more suffocating from my own thoughts
Why do I live?
If I just disappeared
I wouldn't have to live this way anymore
I wouldn't have to bear this any longer
Why do I live?
But the pain would become someone else's
Someone who cared
Someone who loved me
It would be selfish
So to answer the question
Why do I live?
It's not for me
It's for you
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Brittany Schroeder
I love writing! Writing has helped me through some difficult times in my life, and I'm excited to share my work!
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