Goodbyes Hurt....

With every passing day I stare at it; my new best friend.

My lynch, my noose, my final straw.

I think about it every moment of the day, every day in fact.

Constantly, it lulls in the back of my conscious, telling me it's over.

Over... If only...

I'd give anything to end it; but the only cost is my life and no matter how much I hate it, I can't.

I don't know if I'm willing to leave those few good things behind.

Have you ever written you own farewell? Adieu to this world, if you will?

It's a feeling worse than any physical pain ever could, to reflect on everything you hate about yourself.

Every cruel word ever spoken about you, and every moment you've wanted to cry.

I never cried harder, realizing how few people I had to say goodbye to and how many wouldn't care when I was gone...

Heartbreak is more than bitchy teen girl complain about boys...

When your heart is really broken, it's not from a boy. It's from the world bearing down on you so hard you have a physical pain in your chest, that drones on forever.

Noticeable every moment you're awake...

Don't make me live longer than this, it's too hard...

I never win in a world full of losers.

The fastest way to lose what you want, is to want it too much and I guess, I want to live to much...

Where will it take me...?