Never would I imagine that I'm breaking down the way I am. And it doesn't feel good at all. What good does it do to tell anyone or everyone anything or everything? I don't need anyone to cheer me up, I need help, and approaching anyone won't make a difference, because noone will help. Noone can. All that I have, you have taken away. I'm torn-apart by the words you said.

//and if you could see me now, then I'm almost finally out of words