What is the point of living if the world breaks you every second? I'm tired of seeing this destroy my thoughts. How can I live when they are dead? Forget what's been done to me by the living, it's the memory of the dead that breaks me. I'm tired of this insolence. My mask got too heavy today, and my face has now fallen. I'm tired Sarah, so very tired. I failed you, I failed all of you and now I can't see you. I promised my sister I wouldn't do it and now I'm stuck in endless pain. Take me away from this, please. I ask nothing more then to fall adrift on the waves of death. Why am I still alive when I show no purpose. And now I'm stuck.
