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It smothers you. Drag's you down into the darkness. No one saves you, no one ever comes. You're stuck there. You're family looks at you like your crazy. Maybe you are. You know it's killing you. Destroying everything, making you hate yourself. There's nothing you can do though and no one will save you. You retreat into quite acceptance of the inevitable. You used to have hope. That hope is gone now. Only appearing in brief flickers that you know mean nothing but hold onto anyway. Your mind won't shut up. 'You're worthless. Everything is your fault. Your pathetic you deserve this' it's always there. It never goes away. You know how to stop it.

You don't care anymore, so why should I? Why should I value myself? Tell me why because I sure as hell don't know. Would you care if I did something I shouldn't? I don't know anymore, I used to think that if I could trust you with so much then maybe I wasn't a lost cause. Maybe I could be happy. But if you don't believe I can then why should I bother? Why don't I just stop trying? I don't know why your approval means so much to me. I don't know why I'm still here. Why am I still here? If no one has a reason to give me is there a reason at all? I could just disappear. Would anyone notice? Would you notice? And if you did notice, would you care

England looked up from his book straight at America he had looked a bit sad all day but it seemed he was getting gloomier and gloomier by the second "are you alright America?" America lifted his head a dark aura hanging over him "I'm fine" was his reply. He didn't seem alright but England didn't really want to push it "alright then" he said with a sigh before returning to his book. He soon found concentrating was impossible with a sulking America sitting there and was just about to speak when America beat him to it. "Hey, England…" he sounded a lot quieter when he spoke which was very unusual. "Yes, America" "…never mind" that w