People

I stay alive by thinking of the people around me, if I gave in to my urges, and left, my mother would not want to get up. My friends would have no one to listen and try to help. I won't be there for my sister. I won't be able to make my corner of the world better, or comfort anyone, any random stranger that I see. I won't be able to let my writings inspire those who've done nothing to help other people. I won't be able to be there for anyone, or smile at people, even if I'm slowly falling apart inside.

I know I won't win, but those few of you who read this, please try to understand where I'm coming from- I exist to help, and without that, I'm nothing.