Existing, surviving, living

My mother-in-law's passing and very old poetry
My mother-in-law died Tuesday morning. My mom died 8 years ago. I have some of my old poetry repeating in my head today and I'm hoping that writing it out will stop it looping in my head. Edited next day: Yes, writing it out stopped the loop. Didn't think this was great, but I wrote it at 14 years old.

Existing, surviving, living

Existing, surviving, living,
All different states of being.

Some say they are the same,
But they each have a different name.

Existing is just going through each day,
Having nothing in life that is magic or fey.

Surviving is hanging on by your teeth,
Finding yourself alone on the heath.

Living is something I learned to do,
Taught how by someone new.