Break.

What if I told you it's getting very difficult to breathe?

I can't be with you, I can't be without you. I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

I don't want to be around humans but I loathe being alone. I hate being alone- since when? I can't speak up, I don't have a voice. I cannot argue, I only hurt people when I open my mouth. God, everything hurts. I know I'm tearing myself apart but I cannot seem to stop. I'm staying away from most people now. Or if I'm around them, I don't talk to them. I don't laugh anymore. I can't bring myself to. Not that I pride myself in being someone who laughs a lot, but whatever little happiness I laughed for, it's gone.

What happened to me, who am I? Who have I become, where are all my friends? The ones who promised to have my back when I fall?

I'm utterly, completely alone.

I know this now. He won. What he said came true. It's true.

And I don't know what to do, so I'll just live. There's nothing else I can do.

I need to go back home.

I'm not worth it. I don't deserve anything at all. I am nothing.