So when does enough become enough? Is it when you give up everything you were to try and make someone elses life better? Is it when you do everything you can to make them happy? Is it when everything you do still isn't enough? It's it when you finally realize that you're just the back up plan. Or is it when you realize you'll never be anything to them?
Is the fighting worth it all? Is loving someone worth giving up your world? Is putting more effort in than they do worth it? Is missing the person you were any comfort?
I remember the days when I was happy. I remember when I used to smile. I remember when I used to feel like I meant something. I remember when I used to be someone. I remember they day I didn't have it all anymore. And I remember the days when I used to be strong enough to walk away from the thing or the person that took it all away from me.
