Fragile, you say?
And that may partly be true,
but defenseless? I am not.
Weak? Possibly—
Scared? Definetely.
Even so, my body will try—
I will try—
everything pushes so I could be alive,
every single cell
wants me alive,
people that love me
want me alive...
I want to stay alive.
So as you hammer at my shield
and twist my thoughts cruely,
just know that I am not defenseless—
and I might give in,
but not without a fighting chance.

I will try until the very last second
because the only person wants this
is you.