I am here. Still able to look around, seeing objects and people passing me by. Still able to hear sounds, hearing gossip, secrets and conversation on the side.
I am here. Still able to feel, feeling all the emotions every human goes through. Still able to deal, dealing with bad friends, bad emotions, trying to pull through.
I am here. Still able to think, thinking what I should have done. Still able to sink, sinking lower than any human, wanting to run.
I am here. Not able to know, knowing no purpose that I should have. Not able to show, showing nothing, but an unfavorable past.
The only thing that keeps me going, the only thing that makes me wake up, the only thing that keeps me growing, the only thing that keeps me from giving up, is that I am here.