I don't think my life amounts to anything if I'm not helping someone.

It bothers me immensely that I can't find myself in fictional characters.
I feel like I'm no one

I'm starting to get it, why it's so hard for us to work, why it would take so much effort from us to make it work.
Am I still sad? Yeah.
But I'm starting to get it.

I feel like this is all my fault, that I drove it to this, that I could of done something different to keep this from happening.
And it hurts.
It just plain hurts.
I just can't be awake anymore.
It's too much for me right now.

The moments that I spend alone
Will be the hardest that I've ever known

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I just wish I could help