Why does everyone tell
me to push on through?
That I'll make it?
That I am stronger than I think?

I know this.
I am a survivor.
But how long will that last
if I have no one to survive for?

They say the world is worth living,
but all the people who made it worth living
are gone.

So is it really?
There is pain, and death, and destruction
everywhere I look.
So who am I living for?

Those people?or myself?
I am not sure anymore