I feel

I feel dead inside. Like everything Ive worked for has been a waste, like it never even existed at all. Im too tired to fight for my happiness, its relentlessly strangling me and it wont end. My heart is an empty pit, drained of every tear possible to cry. How can I live and not hope for escape. I cant feel like this again. But I did and its all my fault, I knew the truth but I believed the lie because I wanted to. I wish all I was to people was a bad memory sought to be forgotten, and eventually so.