Tired.

They act as if I’m delusional I’m tired of getting called crazy. Why don’t they understand the words I say. When will I not be alone? I so scared of feeling lost. I just want him home. People stare and I don’t think they know how sad it makes me. They see what I see. Nothing. I’m so fucking tired. I don’t get out of bed anymore. This is a cry out for help! no one’s there though.