they'll always want you around,
always make you feel like you belong,
convince you it will get better
- but ultimately, they are wrong.
they know no joy in release,
never thought of the damage in your head,
wish for you to tighly hold on,
regardless of how much you bled.
they give you a reason to breathe,
keep you awake for long hours at night.
two wishes - one to endure and survive,
and to die defeated, being a neverending fight.
they'll always keep you around,
always welcome you despite all,
watch closely, if at the end of the line
you will stand, or you will fall.