Everyday I wake up and wonder why I'm still here. There's no point to be here. But I keep going. I keep fighting. I keep pushing so no one will worry about me. I don't want them to worry. Its not worth their time. I keep going so other people, the people that actually care for which aren't that any, don't have to be sad. I feel nothing though. I want to feel something. But I can't. My emotions have just turned themselves off almost completely. But I fight for those who actually care. I fight because I want to have a life, a great life. But its hard to believe I will have one when all I do is screw things up. I fight because I want to be happy but I feel neither happiness nor sadness. But I'm fighting until I can no longer take this lie of a so called "life". I'll fight until the end.
