My heart was breaking every day, again and again. It never had a chance to heal. The daily trials of the day-to-day were bearing me down. This burden of feeling was to much for me to bear.
My heart sunk into my chest, and I wished to be gone. Away. Nothing could take away the pain I was feeling then. No bandages could cover what I was feeling. I wanted to leave this earth. I hated who I had become. Once so innocent, once so happy, now guilty and burdened.
"Just take me home." I whispered to the ceiling. I waited with bated breath. My wish wasn't granted.
My heart couldn't have hurt anymore than in that instant. I had no purpose. I had no future. I can't continue to live like this anymore.
In the deepest, darkest pit, I reached rock bottom. Pounding against the floor, my heart sunk into my chest. Little pieces of me were about, and hope of repair was gone. My strength ran out.