How many times can a heart break?
And I don't mean just romantic relationships, but also by friends and family. How can the people who we love the most result in our destruction? I keep hoping that one day, I won't want to cry anymore, that I'll reach a day where I can be at peace. At this point, suicide is not something I will ever consider and, maybe it's my fighting spirit, but it feels like if I were to die now, I'd be letting life win. Death means it's over, and that's not the way I want to go down. I want to be happy. I want to stop crying. So I keep in telling myself to keep pushing, and maybe my heart won't break anymore.