Is this it?

Soon it comes to down one thing,
And only what fills my insides,
Is the only thing that can heal me.
Becomes the only thing that can guide me.

Embrace the thrill as if it were your own,
Laugh without denying your believes.
All I got is my thought...
And from there... comes the infinity of myself.

So hang on strong, keep that chin up.
And expect the blow to hit hard.

I feel it now.
Running down my innerself.
It's the trial of existing and adapting.
Is the test to acknowledging one's defeat,
But having the will to carry down your choice.

I will not hurt, nor for a feast of helping hands.
Be them only then the reason not to fail...
Or simply not to give up.