Survivor

There comes a time when I get lost,

In the darkness,

All alone.

I can't fight anymore.

I don't know what to do anymore. 

Everything is hazy and grey and bleak.

Black and white. Drained.

All color is gone.

All love is gone.

All life is gone.

What can possibly be left?

It's simple. Nothing. 

Nothing at all.

But, why is it that I'm still fighting?

Why am I still breathing?

If everything else is gone;

shouldn't I too be gone too?

What point is there to go on now?

WHY? Why? Why...

Why am I still alive, still breathing...

It makes no sense. 

But at the same time it makes perfect sense.

I am alive because I really don't want to be dead.

I am fighting.

I am living.

I am breathing.

Because deep, deep down, I want to live and fight.

I want to fight for every bit of life.

I want to fight for myself.

Even if all else is lost, 

I will still fight.

And I can't stop it. 

I can feel the will run through my veins.

I can see color.

Flashes of blue, green, brown, yellow...

Color. No more black and white.

No more grey. 

Sweet, sweet color.

That's why I fight.

Not for my self fully but for the color.

If I give up, surely the rest will join too?

I can't give up.

I will fight.

Because I am a survivor.

And I know that you are too.