Is it sad that the only reason I’m still living is for my pets?
Is it sad that I steal my mothers pain medication?
Is it sad that I sleep with a football player who I have no feelings for?
Is it sad that whenever people ask me if I’m okay I avoid the question?
Is it sad that every day I dream about ending my life?
Is it sad that the only response I give people is “I don’t care”?
Is it sad that I’ve drawn everyone away?
Is it sad that my father doesn’t even know how to spell my name?
Is it sad that I’m so desperate for help that […]