Weird how the last break isn't that dramatic s*** you see in movies where you pass out and wake up with you ex holding your hand. It was more like a cry but not like a little tear a full blown out sob where you can't control it and the tears come out like a dam breaking. Then with the "what's wrong" and the "Are you okay" like b**** if I'm crying I'm not okay and if I wanted to tell you what's wrong I would've told you what's wrong.  You ask for help but all they do is put band-aids on it but don't get to the problem screaming "I'm right here the problem" Your best friend is the closest to the help you want but it still doesn't get right to the source. You have no feeling no hope you must be dead you think your dreaming you see your ex and decide you're not dreaming if I cry will he notice will he miss me if I'm dead is that what it takes to notice me and understand that it will be for you. I grab the gun and whisper "if he will notice me now then its worth it'