A Reason To Live

Today, as I walked through the halls,
every word caused a tear to my eye
every sentence made me wonder if I should die....
as I sat, waiting for the moon..
or rather, my doom..
I pondered the meaning of my life...
and why, to this point, I had continued,
why, I, unlike my friend...
had stayed, stary eyed, and dense...
I grimaced, as I saw my tears once again..
I turned to the mirror, and laughed..
I look so funny when I cry...
Then I plotted ways to die...
When finally, I said..
"Why.. oh.. oh.. why have I.. stayed alive?"
and the answer rang out,
"The hope that tommorow will be better than today,
and that I will find my way.."
My tears stopped, and my smile came, though it was empty..
I sighed, and thought...
"I remember now, why I stayed...
why I didn't commit myself to the whisperings of every night..
its the hope.. that even though today, no one cared...
no one saw, no one smiled, no one looked,
even though today..
I was on the hook,
that perhaps....
perhaps... tommorow..
will be... different.. somehow.. perhaps I can alter today,
tommorow..and make it so clean and fresh.."

So, life, throw me you dark nights, throw me your mishaps, your evilest thing...
Because, I, will no longer worry,
no longer cry, and slowly die..
I will make it through..
because that is why I am here...
That is my Reason To Live...
"To stay alive"