Alive

Pain tells us were alive.

Words stab

like a knife

but I won't 

give up the fight

till my heart

stops pumping blood

and my lungs

start giving up

helping me breathe.

I will not live in grief 

I choose to believe 

that my body is here

to do more than just breathe

I refuse to just leave.

This rotten planet 

has not seen the last of me.

I will put up a fight

hold on to the night

at the end of the day

pain tells me "I'm alive."