5:37am

I stood on the path and cried for the everything I had lost.
The fact that I couldn’t get them back pained me the most.
And when mascara is running down your face, and you are utterly alone.
You then realize this has become you’re life.
Born into this world alone & dying one second at a time, alone.
What is the fucking point to all this suffering?
Someone please tell me, because I don’t know and it tears me apart.