I often ask myself silly questions I would not dare bring up to anyone else.
Thing that make me blush or smile. Things that make me cry awhile.
I ask myself these things because they help me feel alive.
For awhile I have the will to survive.
What kind of future will she have?
Will I be there or will I be dead?
How can I make her happy?
How will she feel if I hold her on my lap, even when she is 20?
I ask myself because I can.
I ask myself so that I may continue till the end.