Apocalypse77

There is so much pain, you know? And I'm all alone with it all.

Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war and I don't think I am winning anymore.

I'm just sad and disappointed.

Isn't it sad when you get hurt so much, that you can finally say "I am used to it."

I feel like I am waiting for something that isn't going to happen.

Sometimes it's easier to pretend that you don't care, than to admit it's killing you.