User blog comment:ImLonely/It's nearly the end, isn't it?/@comment-26894590-20160810120645

I.. It.. Hurts. It just.. really hurts me. I can't breathe. I know everything is falling apart, and i'm desperate to try and resurface and breathe, but.. I just can't. Everything really is dying. I feel, like I am dying. I've struggled and tried, but I could just never reach the peak of greatness I wanted.. I was poisoned from the start. I've been slowly dying. Every single day, a little bit of me falls off and breaks. I wanted to be great. I wanted to be.. I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to be known. I wanted my stories, my poor, weak, little stories to be reknown and noticed. I've been here for so, so long.. but I just never got what I wanted. Stress and pain and fury and hate. Joy, and love, and happiness.. Oh, the memories of the past were so.. I just.. I can't breathe. Like a broken angel, my wings are torn, just like my soul and my heart. I can't fly. I can't walk. I can't see. I can't do anything. I've SURVIVED everything. I've been in the backround. A backround character.

Heart,

Pounds.

Terror,

Consumes.

Smile through the tears.

Don't let them know,

How you feel so numb,

Nothing should be left undone.

You are so very

Tired.

Deep breaths

Pretend you are fine

Even As You

Fall Apart.