Dear *
You know I love you right?
That I would do anything for you..
Except I guess...
That's not quite true.
I couldn't keep living for you.
I tried! I really did.
I just can't.
The best way for me to describe it,
Is tired.
I feel TIRED.
I feel SICK.
And not the sick a doctor can cure.
I am SICK of MYSELF.
I am sick of looking at myself,
And seeing right through my mask.
I tried...
I tried!
I went to the counselor
It didn't help...
She didn't understand
It wasn't just a ROUGH DAY.
It's EVERY DAY.
It's when I wake up...
And CRY because I DID.
It's when I cut my wrist...
But missed.
It's when I feel like
I'm being DRAGGED DOWN.
and I can't GET UP.
I'm so sorry,
I tried...
I TRIED?!?
I love you...
But I HATE living.
But your strong right?
Here's somthing your better than me at,
Living.

         .               Love