I just want a chance. A chance to prove myself. That I am capable. Is that so much to ask?

I'm breaking down. Sometimes I think it'll just be easier to give up. Give up everything. There'd be nothing left to fight about. No fight in me. 

I'd be an empty shell. 

A husk. 

I'll just cave in. It's what I always do. 

That would be easier, right?