I feel like my life isn't worth living because i lost the only thing that counted on me.
i gave up on it, and myself.
i took the easy way out and ran. i haven't been able to forgive myself for doing that to it.
i feel like since its life wasn't worth living, then why is mine?
What is my reason for still being here?
So today i treat myself like i treated the one who counted on me the most.
I treat myself like nothing because i am nothing and so is the one who never lived.
