Where did my heart go? Where did I leave myself?

I have to keep going

I must keep going.

The pain keeps me going, if I stop, I cry. I am immobilized. Life seems empty and wireless. I try to keep fighting, but my fight is gone, and I no longer have my will. I am but a reduced instance of a basic self.

Maybe this is me; maybe this is who I am. Maybe I can finally be comfortable with who I am. Maybe one day I can accept my existence, instead of making excuses for it.*