Fighter
I sit here screaming for help
Please, someone, anyone,
Help me, save me, notice me.
But no one hears me,
No one sees me.
They all just walk by, no words
No hand held out to pull me up.
I'm trapped.
Struggling to find the air to breathe.
And I'm so tired and weak
From fighting and struggling for so long.
And I want to give up,
To stop yelling for help and to stop fighting for air.
I just want to sink down into the darkness.
But I know I can't.
Every time I look up I see the tiny rays of light and love,
And I know I have to hold on.
To continue fighting and struggling.
Even though each day brings more suffering,
I fight.
I hold on to the small glimpse of joy and happiness in my life.
And I claw and I yell and I scream.
Even though I know I will never escape this dark cage I'm in,
I fight.
Because as long as I fight
I know that the light that holds me
Will never turn dark.
The tiny rays of love will never have to feel trapped in the emptiness.
Lost, abandoned and alone.
So, I fight.
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