This time there is nothing left for you to take, this is goodbye...

Why do I hold onto the things that are destroying me? Why do I continually go out of my way to give myself to those who never want it? I am used and thrown away...treated like a piece of trash and discarded the same. Then what does that say about me? I don't know anymore. I'm sick of this life. I'm sick of giving and giving and having nothing left to give...nothing left for myself to hold onto. Sometimes I get so exhausted from surviving on hope. Sometimes I feel like it would be easier just to give in. Sometimes...I just want to die. And all the time I wish that I couldn't feel. How is it that I keep getting hurt even though my heart died a long time ago... as did a real reason to smile. Born alone... live alone... die alone. - Amor e morte.