My last strand of hope is gone.
And it’s my own fault.
It was foolish of me to hold onto the one single aspect of good in my life when everything else was falling apart.
I thought I was being brave by not letting go. By believing that everything was going to be alright.
Now that I’ve lost all that I held dear to me I wish I had given up sooner.
Because I could have taken a million stabs, a thousand cuts and an eternity of misery but the ache and pain I feel at this moment of seemingly endless agony. No amount of pain and torture can compare to it.