I Must Live!

I’m barely holding on, I’m going to fly off the rails soon if this keeps going on. But oh! Can’t you see? I’m way too young to die! I’m only fifteen! Not old enough to drive a car, not old enough to sip on wine and alcohol. Not old enough to abuse the vile liquid to the point where I lose my memories. What am I clinging onto? Why haven’t I fallen yet? Then in my moments of weakness, I tell myself I must live. I MUST live so that I can live long enough to tell my story. I MUST live long enough to see myself grow old, for me to develop wrinkles on my forehead and cheeks. Because that’s what I have to do, because that’s what I should do. I’m clinging onto determination; to the determination you took time to build.