How do you know when enough is enough? When your belly hurts from the acid of stress bulit up? When your head cringes in pain because there is too much to think about? When your heart bleeds from the pain of life? I think so. You kill yourself tear by tear, but the tears won't stop. Everything you had, you lost. It's over. Life isn't worth living. Think about it. Why? Why deal with this? Because you can get through it? Because you love so much? Because you know you can? I don't know. Ponder and think, ponder and think. Eventually times will be better. You will strive from this depression to the heavenly real world right at your fingertips.

"Come here. Pretty please? I have pieces here. Time to gather the splinters. Build a casket for my tears. I'm haunted."

**Bhoomer**