“I can’t fight for this” I say. “I can’t fight.”
Those eight words speak pride to you, they speak of a mind too fierce to go low.
Those eight words speak my life, who I am, how I started.
They speak of days with tear-stained pillow cases, and muffled screams.
They speak of hour long showers, with my tears and the shower, flowing in unity.
I can’t fight.
Not because I do not have the strength to, but because I just won’t
Not because you’re not worth the fight, but because I’m worth the saving
If I fight, and you’re gone, what would be next?
Another fight to save myself from the pain?
Or a total surrender to life as I know it?
“I can’t fight” I’d say.”I can’t fight”
All I’m really saying is “Please don’t let me have to fight”