no matter how hard you try, you have a breaking
point. a point where you'd rather sit in bed
and stare at your window, than make plans and go out with
your family. you try to repair the bridges you've
burnt, try to find the happiness you had and
lost, but you can't convince
yourself to care, to put the effort in to feel that
happiness. you know it's going to be short
lived, so whats the point? why even
try? a point where everyday you wish you didn't
wake up. and you wish you could go out in the
world with tears running down your
eyes, hunched over with the power of your
sobs, so someone could see how broken you
are. but something tells you to smile and fight it. it
tells you that you can overcome the pain, that you can
survive. but then you get to the point where you
know you can't survive. you know your heart
will never be the same. you know it, and it fills your hollow
heart. you don't want to survive. you want to
sink into the corner of your room, put your head in your
knees and stay there forever. you
wouldn't miss anyone. you don't choose not to
care, you just can't. and as that
last light of hope, of happiness, withers away, you're
left with nothing, nobody. and then what do you do? what do
you do when there's nothing left to do? what do you do when
you've given up on living? what do you do?