It keeps getting harder everyday.

Running from the thoughts in my head.

Trying to keep myself from adding another scar to myself.

Being sad feels like the only emotion I’m capable of.

Feel like I’m being washed away by the catastrophe that imperishably stays by me.

I haven’t given up, I’ve just had enough.

I’m not waiting on my happy ending anymore, I’m just waiting for the end.

Right now, trying, talking, smiling, laughing, breathing. It all seems so pointless.

I’m standing between breaking down and trying harder.

No amount of sleep can cure me of the tiredness I feel.

The pain that started in my heart has now spread throughout my body. It all hurts.

Every moment of every day. It hurts.