How do I express how I feel?
How can I share this?
Do I want to share?
The Pain is so great,
The love barely outweighing the hate.
All of this is life,
But I question if it is real,
I know it must be,
For it is all I can see,
All that I experience,
It's so convincing,

Sometimes I wish it were not true,
But I know this is,
I know that the pain is real,
I know this from my wounds,
The physical being the least important.

I also know that this all has to be for a reason,
It must be to show the value of life.

The value of all that gets me through this.

The value of friends,
The value of love,
The value of myself,
The value of all that I believe in.

I must believe in all of this.

The good,
The bad,
The horrible,
And the wonderful.

For without one,
There is no other.

No value.
No reference.

No way to tell what is worth living for.