After everything, I’m still breathing.
Your lies, your hate.
The pain, the scars.
Here I am.
Your lies, your hate.
The pain, the scars.
Here I am.
After everything, I still smile.
You tried, you failed.
You hate, you loathe.
I’m still here.
After everything, it still hurts.
You laugh, you grin.
I cry, I scream.
I’m still alive.
I’ve been weak and on my knees
I’ve seen my blood flow.
But there’s one thing that’s kept me going.
I know; you’ll never take me alive.
~Alive, by Laura T
“I wrote this poem after seeing how so many people – including two of the people closest to me – have been bullied. I’ve been bullied but not as bad as they have. This poem is for all you people who haven’t given up, no matter what.”
You Will Rise Project 