After being torn down time and time again, you
finally stop getting up. Soon you begin to pick yourself away with every
thought, sound, and stare that comes your way. It all makes you wish you had
ended it a long time ago, with relationships and with your life. Yet you try
your hardest to stay and fight for the ones you don’t want to hurt despite the
fact you’ve already hurt them, and you yourself don’t want to get hurt. The
same ones who have stayed by your side through thick and thin, through it all. You
feel like you owe them that, though that is no reason to keep fighting.