What if one day I decided to stop everything that I’m doing?
What if one day I decided to stop caring about everything around me?
What if one day I decided to lose hope and faith?
What if one day I decided not to hold on to anything anymore?
What if one day……I decided to give up?
Because one day, I’ll come to realize that I’m too tired for everything.
Too tired of faking a smile. too tired of caring for everyone else and not for myself.
Too tired of giving everything that I have left of me yet no one could do the same.
Too fucking tired of trying to pick pieces of me up and only to get it shattered all over again.
With all the ‘what ifs’, there’s always a possibility of it happening.