They say when someone or something dies and it starts raining that the angels are crying.
I cried with the angels.
But then I asked "What's the Point?"

What's the point of loving something when God can take it away in a moment?

What's the point of caring when no one else cares?

What's the point of loving when it will end in heart break?

What's the point of living when we're all going to die?

What's the point? I'm not seeing one.

I'm tried of becoming attached to something just for it to die.

I'm tired of caring about people just for them to replace me when they get what they wanted.

I'm tired of loving and ending up with a broken heart.

I'm tired of living because I don't see the point anymore. I don't see what my purpose is.

So I ask the angels:
Will you weep when I am gone?
Will anyone weep when I am gone?

Everyday is a battle. Some days will be good. Others won't be. I just need to know that someone will be there on the bad days. I need the comfort of knowing that someone cares.

This isn't for attention or for you to feel bad for me. This is how I fight the bad days. I write what my lips won't say.
"Always Keep Fighting."
                    - Jared Padalecki