How do you hold on?
When your entire world seems to be slipping, what can you hang on to?
Do you hang on to yourself? Do you rely on family? Do you rely on friends? Do you find solace in a hobby, or exercise, or a bottle? What keeps someone alive?
When the entire world is just a series of cruel and unusual punishments, how do you keep moving forward to the next one?
Why do you keep moving forward to the next one?
Is it obligation? Is it fear? Is it disappointment in yourself? Is it punishment, penance, or masochism? Why are you still here?
Why am I still here?