You stand there for hours trying to convince yourself to do it, just to stay alive. Your mind asks you if it’s even worth it? You try and listen to your favorite songs but they just get stuck on repeat. Your pump won’t stop beeping at you. People say the needle looks like a hair but it feels like a sword. So you just keep standing there and eventually something does it for you. Not you or your mom but something that wants you too keep living because you have a purpose.