Sometimes

Sometimes I'll just sit in the deafening silence and think, "Is it worth it anymore? To keep putting up with this?" Because I know I could easily escape it all. I could just disappear and no one would notice.
Sometimes I go back to the memories and wonder if my life will ever be the same. If I should just forget them all and assume things will never be that way again. But I can never completely dismiss the thought. It just stays there, nagging me; telling me things will go back to that this September.
But then I begin to doubt. Especially now, because everything is much too rough. No one will listen to a word I say. Thoughts become conclusions, conclusions become anger, and then anger becomes desert-ment.
All without even getting an answer or opinion from me.

So now I've come to one conclusion:
Never. Give. Up.