I’m so sick of trying.
My heart is aching and my head is throbbing.
I don’t see any point in today, tomorrow, or the next.
You were the only reason for waking up in the morning, and having a smile on my face.
There’s just no point anymore.
I’m dreading school, spring break, and summer.
I’m dreading life, honestly.
This is too hard. It’s too painful.
I don’t see my point here anymore.
I did what I could to make you happy.
And I only wish that you could say you’ve done the same.
My time might as well be over