I'm still alive. By Cesar Reyes

I’m still alive

When it becomes an option to just roll over and die

And you stay up at night and feel the tears in your eyes

And you feel absolutely nothing inside

But for the sake of others, it’s something you try to hide

And you sit and wonder if anyone else is going through shit in their lives

Trying to get past peoples bullshit and lies

Constantly comparing you, and why can’t you be like this?, why can’t you be like that?

It’s unbearable to contemplate how your mind can take so much crap

You become like a zombie who keeps on living but whose vital signs are essentially flat

And its moments like those you wonder where your true friends are at

It’s like it never goes away, and you wake up with tears because you even cry when you dream
 
You become a victim of circumstance, and you’re a slave to routine
 
But nothing is ever as bad as it seems
 
Somewhere out there, there are people who have seen what you’ve seen
 
And they came back and survived
 
They conquered and strived
 
In the face of personal collapse and in the shadow of death to the next day they still arrived
 
When life gave them its worst they had the strength to scream out and say
“I’m still alive"