Emotionally, I can't do it anymore. Morally, I'm exhausted. Spiritually, I'm dead. Physically, I'm thriving on the surface that seems to be fine. But inside, it's different.
It's hard sometimes, people see us continuing our life, but they don't see the pain behind our smiles.
The nights are long and filled with thoughts that go round and round. Sometimes, I just want to disappear, die, or scream and tell everyone how I really feel. But I always hold back.
Fear of being misunderstood, judged, hated, or dragging someone else into the mud. There are those lonely moments where I wonder if it's worth it, like this time.
When the thought of giving up crosses my mind, but I think of those who count on me. Those memories that kept me from fighting. Those reasons for staying alive. And those
