I’m fucking tired
It hurts…
“What hurts?”
Everything…
“Why?”
I don’t know
I wish I did
Maybe I could make it stop
“Maybe this is all your fault,
Maybe this is why they leave,
You’re too bothersome.
So you end up alone.”
Maybe
But I know I’m not alone
I need to keep fighting
My friends need my help
I can still be useful
“Why can’t your friends help you?”
They can
Sometimes
But right now they have problems of their own
So I have to deal with this on my own
It’s ok really
“‘Cause you know if you put yourself first they’ll leave.”
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