To be or not to be?

Do I live on in turmoil,

Every day battering and bruising me?

Feeling my blood boil,

Desperate and lonely,

I want to fly away above,

But I know that would only

Hurt the ones I love.

I stand here in thought

Pondering my life

Thinking I ought

To stay, despite my strife.

So I'll tough it out,

I'll find a way through,

Until I am without

Pain and I live anew.