a good friend of mine wrote this... and i think it's pretty.
now I do what I can to stay alive. it might not be worth it, but I’ll try. and I’d put myself through heartbreak just to know that I survived. And I’m weak; I’ve been awake for days on end. Because I know that every time I fall asleep it’s only to wake up again. I need something to prove that I’m not hollow. to let me know that I’m still here, to reassure me that I can still feel. joy and love and happiness, they don’t make any difference. it’s knowing I can still feel pain that gives me my ambitions to be something more than nothing, to be more than what I am. to be sure that I’m still living, and to tell me I still can.