I can deal with aches,
bear the unbearable pain.
I can accept the worst
and somehow stay completely sane.

I can fight the hardest battle,
take a bayonet or two to the heart.
I can say that it doesn’t matter
when life is tearing me apart.

I can pretend that I’m not jealous
of those who live without a care.
I can hope that things will get better
though I dream with refined despair.

I can live and say that I’m alive,
though I’m not sure if that is fact.
But I can't give up and never know
if my existence has left an impact.