This is not who I want to be, but this is who I am. No matter what I do or don’t do, I’m me. Scars, me. Love, me. Hate, me. Pain, me. Depression, confusion, anger, strength, sadness, weakness, lonliness–me. No matter what I do I’m still me. Sometimes that’s comforting and sometimes that’s the worst thought in the world. I’m losing my footing. I know I have to be strong and keep going. But I’m tired ans I don’t want to. I know I can’t give up and I have to keep hope. But I don’t want to and I”m tired of getting hurt. I know things can get better and will change, but I don’t have the strength to make a difference. I’m sinking back down. I’m too strong to completely give in and end this, but I’m too weak to keep moving forward. I know I have to pull myself back up. I know I have to save myself. I know I’m the only one who can change this. But I’m tired of leaning on me, depending on me. I don’t want to try anymore. I don’t want to keep going, keep trying. I want to sink into the ground and stay there. But I can’t. I can’t do the one thing I want to do more than anything. I’m helpless. I’m falling behind in school and life. Which just makes it harder on myself. No matter what I lose. I’m the one who suffers, whether it’s from my own actions or someone else’s. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m exhausted