"Anything to live for" by Yasmiin
- poet
- Jun 4
- 1 min read
I don’t know how to live.
I don’t know what it means to live.
And I don’t understand how people find the will to live.
But I say this as a survivor.
A survivor of somebody who tried to figure out why anybody would have the means to live.
I can’t stand it.
The numbness.
The pain.
The suffering.
How people have all that and still choose to live.
To move. The choice to stay alive.
To stay alive.
And I guess I try to in a sense.
If you can call survival that.
But wouldn’t you know it.
That living is just as much of a choice as surviving.
Because they both require for you to stay alive.
So why do I struggle with this?
Why do you?
Miyaad daashe
Xageed u ordeesaa
When will you and I learn to embrace our existence and stop questioning what we are meant to exist for?
To live for?
To survive for?
To stay alive for?
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