Brokenness.

There comes a point in life where you work so hard and try so hard to make another person happy or just trying to give that person a better life that you've stopped caring for yourself, losing everything you have just to see that person happy and in the end, he/she pushes you away and you're left with nothing, but brokenness.

I hurt everyone around me because I push them away. I don’t want to push them away, but I’m just so terrified of getting hurt again. You hurt me so badly that I don’t want anyone close to me ever again. I don't know if I'm getting better, or I'm just used to the pain. Maybe I'm getting used to the emotional pain that I'm trying to find an outlet, which only leads to abusing myself physically, too. People call me emo, but they don't know what it really feels. It's only a dark, scary place to be with no way out but one. Death.