I wonder why I fight it so hard
I wonder why I fight teeth and bone to somehow
Trespass it
I really do
When sadness calls me from deep down
I fight
And sometimes I think the fighting is what makes it worse
What makes it more tiring
I guess I try so hard that
Things get unrealistic
I fight it cuz
I don't want the pity
I don't want the label
I don't want anything of my image to be binded by it
Any more than it is a human circle of life

But sometimes
I just think
The fight is too exhausting

But giving up is even more daunting.