My mind is blank, my body numb,
But i stand before you a broken being.
My brain is full, my body aching.
Such stress, but nothing... I feel lost
But im in a clearing.
I feel like throwing up, but i am not sick...
Can i deem my actions justifiable?
Or am i truly incompetent?

What do i want?
What is my goal of all this?
How can i make words when there are none...?
How can someone begin to understand me,
When i no longer understand myself?

"You call yourself self-depressive, and yes you do it to yourself. You have no reason to do so. You're just weak and sensitive and one day perhaps you will learn..."

"You don't sleep at night...you look a mess...You can't keep this up much longer. You're at your breaking point, but how can you break when your other half has endured more? Suffered longer? If you cant be strong for her...who are you?"

I no longer know...
But I am NOT a cop out