i'll try my best..

He asked “Is it worth the trouble? Is it worth all the sleepless nights? Is it worth feeling like crap? Is it plain worth it?” As he said those words, I just sat there puffing on my cigarette and stared straight ahead not wanting to look him in the eye mainly because I knew tears would start flowing down my cheek. As I reached the end of my cigarette, he looked at me and finally said “Bro, I know for a fact what’s your answer. But look at you, you’ve not been yourself lately and it hurts all of us to see you like this. Maybe you just need to iron things out.” As he left, I stayed behind still thinking of what he said.