A Hurtful Day
The day began like any else. Me being busy, busy. Yet, unlike everything else I kept my eyes from watering. I'm still trying. Anyways, I looked around and wonder how this school would react to me not being there anymore. Would anyone care? Would they even remember after a few months? I doubt it besides the select few.
Last night was the only night I was really close to commiting suicide. How much stress, pain, can one heart take? To feel like it's close to just stopping in your chest. To think someone actually cared for you like no other. To think that you had someone's arms to run into when you were down, only for them to be the one to knock you down. I don't ever want to date again. I'm tired of all this hurting, tired of all this pain that I'm constantly feeling. I'm just... tired....
