How many? How many of you are broken? How many of you cut yourself on your fragile pieces of your heart? How many times have I turned a blind eye to your pain, because I was too absorbed in my own? How can I stand by and treat this like a job, when I should be trying to make you happier, because that’s more important that a video? Why did it turn out like this? How can we hold faith when the demons punch so much harder? How many more times must we burn, before we cannot rise from the ashes once more?
I cannot do this. I cannot do this. I don’t want this pain, I don’t want your pain, I don’t want pain. I want to sleep and never wake up. Why is life so tough? Why are we so weak?

How do we make it stop?