The hole is deep.
The hole is wide.
Inside I sweep.
The broken glass inside.

I quiver.
I am cold.
I shiver.
I grow old.

This pain is immense.
This pain does not stop.
It makes no sense.
I want to drop.

My friends keep me going.
My family pushes me on.
I cannot keep on moving.
The picture is not yet drawn.

I will not leave this life so easily,
because it will sadden everybody.

I do not know what keeps me here.
Perhaps my friends and family which I hold so dear.

Whatever it may be I am here to stay.
I will not throw myself away.