I fought so hard, I gave it all, 
Each step a battle, every fall. 
The weight of fear, the sting of doubt, 
A war within, no way out.
I trembled in the dark, alone, 
The world was heavy, cold as stone. 
I whispered prayers to skies of gray, 
Hoping for the pain to sway.
But then I woke, and saw the cost— 
The fight was over, I had lost. 
The scars remain, the heart still aches, 
And every breath a choice I make.
I wonder now if I should go, 
Escape the storm, let the winds blow. 
For all that’s left is endless fight, 
A future darker than the night.
I’ve been crushed, broken near the brink, 
And every day I feel I sink. 
The world is hard, and getting worse— 
A never-ending, bitter curse.
But still, I stand, though not with grace, 
With trembling hands, down turned face. 
For maybe, in this world of pain, 
I’ll find some way to rise again.
I think of leaving, letting go, 
But something whispers not to know— 
How much harder it may yet be, 
For in this fight, I might be free.