There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings,...

There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I'm so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live...'
So far, I've been able to do it. Will I be able to continue? I don't know. But I'm betting on myself that I will.