When did caring about people become such a burden?

When did it hurt to love?

I used to be the hopeless romantic

My nose stuck in a book

And my head in the clouds

I wanted more than dreams

Now it hurts to breath

My life is causing me all this pain

When did waking up become a struggle?

When did going to school become hard?

When did living start killing me?

I used to love

And live

And love to live

I used to dream 

And adventure 

And smile

Friends were fun

And family was forever

Life was good 

And I was happy

So when did things change?

When did I begin to burden myself?

When does the pain go away?

When will my questions be answered?