Hark

Life

She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't breath through the world all around. Every time she tried to burst above the surface into the air, more waves just pushed her down again. All of the people and the noises were just too much for her to take. The voices never stopped, so what was she left to do? She decided if the world would not let her be, she would end it. The world, her life. She would end her life.
She tried. She tried harder than words can describe. She cried everyday, but she knew it would end soon. There would be nothing to feel in the open arms of Death, right? But every time the idea of ending her life came into her mind, all she saw was her family. Not just her blood relatives, but the family that would sit awake in the middle of the night just to keep her from crying. The family that was there for every heart-break, every birthday, every moment worthy of a smile and a nod. What would they do when she left them? Who would ever remember her when she was gone? Who would cry?
So when she tried again, at the moment between life and death, she stopped. She couldn't, no, she wouldn't do that to them. She wouldn't leave this world because the goings became a little tough. She was going to fight. Fight on. Even if every day brought a tear down her cheek, even if the voices never stopped or even waned. Because there were people in the world who needed her, who she needed. And never would she ever contemplate leaving when something was left undone. So when the sun rose upon the world the next morning, it saw her standing.
Not standing tall or standing strong, but standing nonetheless.