Fight

Will you fight for me?

Will you let me fall?

How can I expect you to fight for me when I won’t fight for myself?

Why would you?

I don’t understand…I guess that’s the beauty of it.

How am I supposed to fight for what I can’t see?

How am I supposed to fight for what I can’t feel?

How do I fight for something I don’t know?

…Something I never have.

Tell me, because I don’t know.

I feel myself losing.

I feel myself slipping.

I need solid ground.

I need to be held up.

I need help.

This is a battle that will never end.

But a war that I will win.

…There is no other option.

Please fight for me.

Don’t let me fall.