Some days i truly wonder
if i'm even worth it anymore
"there is no light at the end of this tunnel"
as whisper as tears continue to pour
and it takes every ounce of my energy
to drag myself out of bed
i know that i'm breathing but i feel mostly dead
i can no longer make eye contact
in fear that they might see
a broken, lost soul
a fragment of me

i guess i know now
why you would never hold my hand tight:

because why hold on to something
you're just gonna let go of, right?