131. Something Left To Give

I have taken my last breath,

time and time again.

Though, I’ve always lived,

because I still had something 

left to give.

And although my life 

may be a lie,

the pain, the suffering, 

it has caused

too many tears 

to stream 

from my open eyes.

And I may cry, cry

forever and more.

I am not afraid to die,

but I am, to live.

And so what keeps me here,

is quite simple,

as I still have something

left to give.