I choose to cease existing. I’m not fighting the fight anymore.
I'll do my best to make life work for me, but I will not fight for it. I give up. Let the chips fall, and pray God takes me by the hand and leads me in the direction I’m supposed to go.
This is me giving it away. Giving it to a higher power and doing what I’m told. Caring is beyond anything I could possibly do anymore.
The hurt is waves crashing against me pulling me beneath the water and I don’t have the ability to swim. I’m tired.
