Sometimes I want to die.
I want to fall asleep and never wake up.
The stress is to much for me.
I want me to end and see what the people who loved me would say.

Would they say anything? Or would they shut the lips and forget about the good things and remember the bad?

I try.
I sweat.
I cry.
I bleed.
I sacrifice.
I do everything for you.
Is it not good enough?