Something to Live For

For as long as I can remember,
I was doing nothing but stumbling
around in the darkness.
I thought what I was doing
would help me cope with what happened,
and make things better in the end.

I was only fooling myself.
I refused to acknowledge that
I was doing more harm than good.
Living this condemned life of mine,
I didn't want anyone to follow in my footsteps.
There was nowhere I belonged.

At least,
that's what I kept telling myself,
Until I met you.
In this world full of darkness,
you helped me see the light.
I felt I could open up to you and learn to trust again.

And then that night arrived,
the fated full moon.
I thought it was the end for me.
The last thing I remember before my world faded to black
was your tear-streaked face
as you begged me to hold on.

Miraculously, I survived,
and one day,
after you had saved humanity from its demise,
I found myself running to you,
holding you in my arms as you faded away.

It was your sacrifice
that not only assured everyone's safety,
but also gave me a second chance at life.
Thanks to you,
I finally have something to live for.

"I'm glad I met you…"