Fight for your life.

You gotta fight

Fight for your life

Until you die

Fight for your life

(2:04 is where you should start listening)

>sigh

I gotta fight. Fight for my life. Until I die. I gotta fight for my life.

Why is it so easy for her to flip that little switch that makes my day from good to bad? Why do I love them so darn much that I let myself suffer like this?

Mom. Please...Stop.

I swear...one day i'll just lose it...i'll let it out and yell at you telling you how you and dad's words cut me so deep i've slipped into depression and had suicidal thoughts last winter...that the pain and damage i've taken prompted me to actually talk to a psychologist for weeks...that i might go back to her next week cause you just shook me up again...jiggled the arrow in my heart enough to make me gasp, but i am still breathing...still fighting the monster inside.

I'm still here, mother. But one day I won't be. What then? Will you still play these games? Will you still think this so important? Or will you miss me for who i really was?

Think on it. Cause i'm more than you know, mother. I'm more than what you see.

I'm still fighting.