They begged.
Live, please.
For me.
For them.

Live, you say.
How? I ask,
To your silence.

You kept forcing me to 'live'
When I've been denying 'living' for so long—
—that 'living' seems so ridiculous,
impossible,
unattainable,
to me.

Live.
How? How do you tell a person,
who's dying inside,
to live?

How, do you tell a fish,
to live on this earth,
without water?

You even asked me to live for 𝘺𝘰𝘶
In your eyes, you matter most, I suppose
For you dare put a price on me
For you dare put more burden on me
Upon my already heavy shoulder.

I just want you to hold my hand,
not be the one that has your hands,
around my neck.

Live, you say
How? I ask and I ask
And at that, you—
kept silent.


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