why i survive

why do i survive?
i should be dead,
in this world that kills
by murders and pills,
i just lay in my bed.
i wait for my salvation,
but it looks like i have to wait.
for now i look at you,
my lady, please understand.
why i survive is simple.
why im the first to stand,
and last to fall.
why i cant die in spirit.
looking at you,
feeling your hand against mine,
into your eyes,
the way you wrinkle you nose when you smile.
this world tries to bring me down
but i shake every attack against me off,
because if i go down
i can never see your smile again.