you.

I'm finished.

I've never needed someone to lean on so much in my life.

My heart hurts. My mind is flooded. I can't move anymore.

It feels as if I'm backed up into a corner with no where to run.

I'm helping everyone with their problems and piling my own up.

I don't want to keep a front anymore.

I don't want to hide my true feelings anymore.

I want to be myself. I want to be Hannah, with my emotions and flaws.

I'm not perfect, nor do I want to be.

I want to say what I feel. I don't want to keep my raw emotions confined to this blog.

I want people to know how I really feel.

But I can't. If I do... I'm criticized for being emo... for being hungry for attention.

So I have to be what they want me to be. So I smile and I joke.

Lies upon more lies. That's my life.

I don't even know anymore.

I'm not strong enough to do this alone.

There's too much going on.

I didn't even get to mourn yet.

And already, you've given another to Death's grasp.

Why don't you just give me away instead?

Let me sleep. I'm exhausted as well.