Semi Colon

This fight to live continues, while I'm still contemplating why I bother
I think of my son, my brother, my father
My son who needs me
My brother who's sickness doesn't make life easy
Leaving him restless and in pain
Still the will to live, he sustained
My father who I've seen die and come back to life
Still learning but taking everything in stride
Of coarse I think of my Mother
My one and only, unlike any other
Stern yet supportive
She'll never forgive me if my life was short lived.
But still the thought crosses my mind
Trying to get past the past, but I'm stuck back in time
Talking to doctors, who tell me to talk to someone else
Still trying to figure out how the fuck does talking help
Guess I should start somewhere and put my pride on a shelf.