then you write
I mean, honestly, do it
I cannot
believe 
this is my ******* life
I cannot
understand
I can&#39;t even 
well, I mean I can&#39;t stop hurting
 like mine is so much important than yours
I don&#39;t know how to stop hurting
a good feeling, it is good
before it is demolished
in the midst of the recordings replaying in my head
reminding me
how just unimportant, how useless, how undeserving I am
I wish I could stop ******* crying
what is the point of two people coming together to be like
look what we did
for what
I don&#39;t have the point of this life down
maybe I will in the next