Haunted

I choose to live,
to write,
to listen to the melody.

The past can haunt,
but I will move forward.
And it will never catch me.

I know I am alive,
by my echoing heartbeat.
And my steady breaths.

I cannot say I do not feel the pain,
but it does not control me.
Heartbreak was the ultimate test.

I cannot help but wonder,
why must some think this way?
Why would one wish to be gone?

One chance to make it,
but we all begin to fall.
Who is there to catch us?