It's Okay.

The tears
Don't stop coming.
Forever it seems,
They're there.
You fill your life with
People and things
That hurt you,
Tear you to shreds,
And shatter you to pieces
Until you're nothing more
Than a shriveled up
Thing
On the floor.
You take their hits
Like they don't leave bruises.
But once you're hit enough,
You won't be able
To handle it anymore;
You'll be too weak.
You are too weak.
You've made yourself
A sacrifice.
You're sacrificing yourself
For the lives of others.
You beat yourself
Down.
It's not their fault,
It's yours.
You need to escape,
But there's no way out
Of Life.
Just continue
To torture yourself;
You'll be fine.