I know you don’t get it, and you never will. I’ve tried to explain it, and I try still. I’m wasting my breath, and it’s breaking my heart. No one can keep me from falling apart. I’ve accepted the pain, I’ve accepted my mind...that I will never, ever ever be fine. But somehow there’s something that’s stuck in my head…the only solution involves being dead. Yet here I am still, fighting this fight, an uphill battle that can’t be made right. Why do I do it? I really don’t know. I’m tired of having no place to go. It’d be so simple, too easy to end...so why do I insist to stay here and pretend? Well, I guess there’s one reason I can think of…it’s this little thing you might know as love.