To Keep Fighting

It's not exactly a story, more so a diary entry kind of thing, but there was no option for that so I chose this. Basically, the way I feel.

I wish they knew how hard it is to keep going, to keep fighting. Every breath is a battle, every day a war. At the end, I lose. I fall, arms bleeding, tears leaking from my once bright eyes. I look at those pictures of the girl I used to be. The one who knew how to smile without pain. I peer into her eyes, twinkling with a foreign happiness, one I used to know, many many years ago.

I keep fighting, but only for one reason; what will happen to my family after I go. Even as I type this, a picture come up for a family; a father, a mother, and only one child. I don't belong in mine. All I do is ruin things. This fighting is useless, I know I will lose in the end, so why not go my own way?

The battles of breathing are over. I surrender to the darkness I know all too well. The war of living another day is over. I can finally be free. Crimson blood pools around me, and I smile. I can finally be free.

Author's Note

I don't know what to say except this is dark. :(

Reviews

[Akash gaikwad]

This is dark..for sure...as this is just raw and honest emotions. you should reflect about it...every time you write a poem or story just make sure it helps ypu and not make you worse. That's the only advise I have. I hope i was not rude in anyway just had a thought and shared it.

[Dark_Hearts]

Thanks, it was not rude or anything. It was constructive. Thanks again.