The struggle

Every day.
Each and every day is a struggle. 
A struggle not to cut, a struggle to stay in my lane when I see a truck oncoming, a struggle to peal myself out of bed and convince myself today is worth trying. Every single day.
Why should I try? My family? My handful of friends? 
I don't see a reason to keep trying. Not one.
Yet, here I am. I just can't figure out why. I just can't see a reason anymore.
Being lonely and feeling alone when I'm surrounded by people. I've just no fight left.