Fading.

My bags are dark,
you can tell I'm not sleeping.
There are tear stains  down my face,
from the repetitive weeping.
Its getting harder,
to live,
to breathe,
I can no longer give.
I cant look at myself without crying,
because I know inside,
I am slowly dying.
Fading away,
from my hopes and dreams,
just like the tears,
I cry everyday.
What is the point,
Why should I give tries,
if it only leads,
to tears coming out of my eyes.