idk.

its just so hard to be happy when everything inside me is breaking. i cant do it anymore. i cant hold on anymore...

I’m emotionally dead,
Completely drained,
I’m finding it harder and harder to keep going,
My reasons to get up everyday
Are growing slim,
That empty gnawing feeling,
Is growing worse,
And more unbearable.
I question every morning
If I should even get out of bed.
If I didn’t,
Who would even care?
If I died tomorrow,
Who would even miss me?
I don’t matter,
I’m just another person in the world,
Trying to make it through,
Going through the motions,
Not making a bit of difference.