Beg

You said you loved me



You said you understood me



But really




how can you do that when i don't understand myself?




How can you love me when i do not love myself?




to be alive today is surely an honour



one that's been bestowed upon me




It is up to me to make it worth while





but ....


I feel myself slipping

each and everyday


i feel some part of me caring less


slowly giving up....


people around me tried fighting beside me

for me





but now




they are tired too



they beg me to get up



to stand up on my two feet that they have tried to build for me


to fight for myself with all that they have given me


to remember all the virtues that they ever taught to me


to see the world not through their experiences but through my own eyes




I'm running out of things to say



I just want to enjoy the silence


the sweet silence with the person who understands me






She is there




She knows this too





But I'm afraid