Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2020
I don’t fight to stay alive. I fight to function.
I fight for those who need me, for those who would blame themselves.
I fight for those good days.
The ones where my body is my friend.
The memories I can make on those days are the ones that keep me going.
Love
Written by
Love
628
   Inevitable
Please log in to view and add comments on poems