To Whom It May Concern

To Be Alive

i'm small,
easily unnoticed,
quick to overlook.
i'm quiet,
passive,
kind but weak.
i have no strength left,
i have been fighting for so long
fighting myself and all it's many versions.
i'm tired,
exhausted.
it's hard to find the will to go on
but i must,
because there is no other way to go.
time does not allow us to remind,
only remember.
so i must continue on.
continue even when my bones ache and shake with pain,
when my mind cries out to stop,
when ever fiber in my being begs to quit,
because i have nothing else but to go on.
there is no one to take the journey with me.
i am lonely,
but i am brave,
because very few would dare take a journey such as mine by their lonesome,
but their is no other option.
i cannot delay by waiting for a companion i deserve or want,
i don't have the ability to wait forever.
so i trek on,
lonely,
cold,
tired,
hurt,
but alive,
and it's farther than i though i would be.
no one thought i'd make it further then my grave,
even me.
so while i protest and complain and beg and cry from the pain that life will cause me,
i am happy to be alive,
as i know that things can always be better.
i have scraped rock bottom for as long as i can remember,
so my souls yearns for anything better,
a far less pickier heart than most.
i would take the bare minimum of a happy life if it meant that things would be better,
because that's all we want in life.
to improve,
and be happy.
and while i have a long way to go,
i believe i'll reach it.