Sometimes I wonder what's the point of trying anymore. Trying to continue this continuous fight you feel like you can't win. This fight you know is breaking you down but yet you continue to hold on to that glimpse of hope you think you see at the end of the tunnel. Praying that one day you'll touch it and reap its blessings. Giving you warmth inside your heart you've always desired deep down inside but could never get.
So long in this fight and you've gotten no where. Its like the more you try the more it tears you down. Until your broken. But yet you pick up the pieces that you can gather and try again. Some how you still have hope inside you that's burning. That maybe just maybe you will real your goal. So you continue the fight every hour of everyday trying to stay above ground,fighting and fighting until that hope you had turned into a possibility of something worth gaining. Something worth living for.
