Just like the leaves during autumn, i feel like I am slowly dying on the inside.
It seems like when you are sad, no one would ever know it unless you let them know how you truly feel.
You could just fake a smile the entire day, and no one would even notice nor ask whether you are trully happy or not..
No one would even bother asking because everyone was too engulfed by their own problems..
Everyone has their own battle..
And at the end of the day, you are the only one who can save yourself....
People can listen to you, or give you advice..
But at the end of the day, it all depends upon you...
Whether you put that blade in your wrist...
Whether you jump off that building..
Whether you drink that poison that you are holding..
Your life depends upon you...
Your decision...
Your will to live....
