Dead Leaves on the Dirty Ground

I can't live like this anymore. I cant look you in the eye and tell you one more time that everything here is worth it when you dont believe me. The look in your eyes every day when you tell me you would rather be dead then face another day is killing me. I can't leave you so you can solve your problem on your own because Im afraid it will kill you. Every day I feel my heart break a little because I'm losing you in this mist of bewliderment and confusion. In order for you to be happy again I need to give you up and I'm not ready for that. I hate knowing that when your back home you'll be happier and consequently without me.