I know to be alive is to breathe
But what does it mean to live

Not just being alive
But rather living the life

Internal conflict rife
Cutting me like a scythe

Maybe when I count to five
The pill will finally end my strife.

But a light shines on me
She makes me feel free

Now I see
Life should be lived like a tree

The leaves may fall
But it remains standing tall

Branches may break
But a failure that does not make

Fighting against gusts
Despite pressure, it lasts

Provide shelter to those who need it
But keep around your wit

Do not lose hope
Even if you're hanging on a thin rope

For only in the darkness of night
Do the stars appear just right.