How far can you go before you completely break yourself? Have you ever pushed it far enough? How far is far enough?
How much longer before you can ask for help?
You go on like this for days, weeks and months, but who is it helping and who is it harming?
Is it self loathe or self love that you're feeling?
Self loathe enough to destroy yourself or self love enough to save your face?
Laughing so hard your stomach hurts, do you even remember what that's like?
One minute you think you've got it under control, the next you feel like you've been kicked in the gut, pushing you so low you doubt you'll ever stand up.
So how can you ever come around to understand this emotional roller coaster?
What have you done to get here?
The sleepless nights, the tossing and turning, the tiresome pretense of being a happy person, how far do you need to go?
Or is this just how life is?
The feeling of complete emptiness, like you're always staring at complete nothingness, like everything you feel is just meaningless, and that you don't know how to feel any other way anymore.
How do you begin to describe what this is like ? Do you call this the beginning or do call this the end?
