I'm really starting to question my existence
It's normal, right?
Why am I here?
Why am I still alive?
Am I worthy enough to be sent here?
Why is everyone staying away?
No one cares.
Everyone says to get over it, like it's a simple thing to cure.
Everyone judges me when I try I open up. What's the point?
Everything I do, it's always wrong.
They told me that they'd be there for me.
But when I try to reach and call for help, no one answers me
They promised something to me
But ended up breaking that promise.
I cried myself to sleep every night.
I shout for help.
I want the pain to stop.
But no one answers.
If I can't find the reason to be happy, what the use of living?