I'm withstanding alone in this battle.

I'm gritting my teeth, clenching my fist with my trembling feet.

I'm falling, almost too close; to the bottom of the well.....

I'm covered with new bruises everyday.

Yet, I've got to backbone myself and let myself carry on. Its cold~

How much longer could the lonesome withhold?

I think, I've gotten to my max. 

Yet again.....

I'm constantly reminding myself~

:Hey baoxin. Hang in there. Things would be better, certainly I hope. You've got to be strong, knowing that you are not going to be beaten down. You aren't a weakling to survive. You've got to think that you're going to be okay from those internal injuries.... You know you have to face those nasty remarks, humiliation and criticisms openly. 

Listen.

Take it!

and Breathe in! 

The keyword is "persevere"