Value of Survival
I blame myself for everything, and I don't know why.
Every step I take, is a greater weight to bear.
What have I done?
It's my fault, and I'm sorry.
Everything I do is pointless.
Every time I try, I fail you.
I'm undeserving of the kindness I'm given.
All I bring, is misery and suffering.
Only a monster appears in the mirror.
I never knew, the horrible beast inside me.
I try to see myself, but there's nothing.
There's no more room for denial, happiness has no place.
What reason is there to continue, why do we keep trying?
It's because we are still looking, for the value of survival.
--Lone Wolf1990 04:03, December 13, 2009 (UTC)