Fighting

Giving Up

There's so many times that I was ready to give up.  So many times  I was about  to stop fighting and give up. I  didn't  want to fight anymore.I didn't anymore fight left in me.I just couldn't anymore. I was just done. I was just inches from the edge and ready to take that last step.  Sometimes I think that maybe I should then he pulls me back.  He always saves me. He doesn't have to though he just does. I asked him why one time all  he said is " Because  I care." I  don't know why he would care about someone like me. I mean I'm nothing special. Don't get me wrong I don't like to blend in but I'm not special well not in the way  most people  want to be. I'm that type of special  that people call crazy. I really don't understand why anyone would care about me. If I was him I wouldn't . I don't know I guess I'm trying to figure out why anyone would care about me.Maybe there's more to it or maybe I'm just stupid for thinking that someone could care about  me. I  don't know ... I just don't.