Staying Alive

Up all night,
thinking of you,
pondering in my mind,
what is my choice to do?

Do I live in Hell until my death,
or do I just let go,
oh I do not know!

Outside it's raining,
cold and wet as tears,
drip down my face.

Confused as to which path too choose, but then confusion gone away.

For I am a much stronger person,
one who hides her tears.

I choose to live in Hell some more,
to live these final years.