Last, last everything.

Does no one see the scars on my wrist? Or the fake smiles? 

Can honestly nobody tell that I'm seconds from a breakdown?

But then again, if they did, there'd be nothing they could do.

Except look at me like a crazy person. 

So I'll just keep it to myself.

I don't want to talk about it with anyone. 

Cause they wont understand.

I think Sam's is going to leave me. 

He says he's going crazy. He might go back to the hospital.

He says he's sorry. But that he's not satisfied. With anything.

Not with me especially. 

He never said that specifically, but I know its true. 

I'm tired of not being enough. 

For Sam, Tim, my friends, family, everyone seems to find something wrong with me or what I'm doing. 

I hate feeling so alone. 

If Sam ends everything, I don't know what I'd do.

I'd have nothing left.

Jane Doe.