I am the worst person in the world because I am ruining life and not living to my potiental.

Everyone says that it will get better.

But i'm starting to get impatient.

The leaves keep falling, and it seems as if they're not going to stop.

The trees won't stop crying.

The grass won't stop being muddy,

because all the little bugs in it won't stop crying themselves when they can't find enough

food to help feed their own family.

It's never that easy to just go back to normal.

It's never that fucking easy to just act like everything is okay.

The sky won't stop crying.

Floods and puddles down the street, because not even the angels want to go through it.

The clouds feel pain from all the people below.

And you.

You won't stop crying because you feel like nobody is listening.

Everytime you try to open up, people leave you alone.

Leave you to die as the darkness of your agony suffocates you in your sleep.