"So buy me the ocean, and paint it with pretty stars. And sell me to something, take me anywhere but here."
You know what hurts most? The seconds in the morning where you've just woken up, and for those mere precious seconds, you've forgotten the reasons you're unhappy; the reasons you're so broken. And then it hits you again, like a stab to the heart, and you remember all the reasons you didn't want to wake up. Yeah, that hurts.