End of the Line

My heart broken. My soul destroyed. 

My self esteem baseless. My reputation trashed. 

I hear the train. It's coming. 

My feet are at the edge. Beyond the yellow line. 

I can't go back. I can't go on. 

Giving Up

I'm giving up on humour

I'm giving up on reason

I'm giving up on kindness

I'm giving up on fairness

I'm giving up on balance

I'm giving up on hope

I'm giving up on love

I'm giving up on people

I'm giving up on me

I'm giving up

Pressure

A: Can you help x and y financially; I can give them half of what we need - if you can manage the other half. Anyway, no pressure - I've not mentioned it to anyone, so no one's going to feel let down if you can't. 

B: No, sorry I can't. It's a great idea - I just can't help at this time. 

A: Oh, dam. Well, that's a shame. I'll let z know that it can't happen. 

A: Oh, I see you can give some money to Q and U but not x and y. Well that's typical. Shows how little you care. This was a chance for you to redeem yourself in x and y and z eyes. They're really upset about it. 

B: I'm not giving any money to Q and U. I'm sorry I couldn't help. I doubt I can ever redeem myself. 

What happened to no pressure?