The beginning of your fight.

A rope around the neck, Symbolic to the burden you carry. Was it not enough? To sit and break, Piece by piece? Put down the knife, That you hold to your wrist. Drop the pills, That have journeyed towards your destruction. Your voice that you refused to use, is powerful. Your presence that you were about to omit, Is your enemies downfall. That wall that you are backed into, Is not your dead end, But your fighting chance. FIGHT! For every person who gave up In the eyes of defeat. FIGHT! Because everyone in the world has a little "I want to save the world" in them. FIGHT! Because you believe that its okay to save only one person. FIGHT! Because you believe it is okay if that one person, Is you.