One More Step.

I tell myself, one more step, every day. When I wake up, I think, just one more day. I try to keep my mind on one day, one moment, at a time. Because when I begin to let my mind drift, I start to slowly drift away. Sliding into an uncontrollable downward spiral. I cannot keep living my life through the small window I have allowed myself. I feel as if I am completely alone. My boyfriend, is gone. Our relationship fell apart after I lost our baby due to a miscarriage. My rape case against my father has been dismissed. So, he is on the loose again. My family doesn’t call. I am alone. I walk down the streets of my town, and see all of the families, and think, what it would be like to have someone like that who was so close. Then, I realize that I am judging. I don’t know what any of those people are going through, just as they are oblivious to my life. I will continue going one step at a time, but sooner or later, that step will be impossible to take and I will greet death with a smile upon my face.