and the truth is, try as you might, you will never be alright again.
you feel like you’ve died inside, although you know you’ve died a thousand times. not again? you ask. but again you know you’ll die a thousand more.
you’ll never be alright again, against everything people around you hope for you, pray for you, or tell you. they don’t have the foggiest idea.
so why are you trying so hard to hold on?