I think there’s a part of me that knows that I’m broken. Knows how pathetic and weak that I am. Knows that without other people forcing me to do things or keeping me here, my existence would mean nothing. Even then the other part of me realizes that there’s nothing that I can do myself to fix this brokenness that I feel. I need help but no one is willing to lend me a hand. No one wants to stay. Everyone leaves because they don’t like being around me. I don’t blame them. Really I don’t. But I just wish that once. Just once. Someone would actually stay and help me up. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m too broken to see any light ahead of me. I don’t know how much longer I can go on.
I wish someone would help me.
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I know this feeling well.
Sometimes I’ll ask or plead for someone to come into my life and help me along… It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but no one is coming for us. We can sit in isolation and sink further down, or we can become the person we were praying for and drag ourselves from the mire.