I broke last night.
I put on my boxing gloves and beat myself up.
I laid in bed and cried.
I prayed to God I would die last night.
I even wrote a goodbye letter to my family and ex-girlfriend.
But I'm still here.
I guess God has a reason for that,
Although I don't know what it is.
I just wish that plan involved the love of my life.
Why can't I just die already?