If it wasn't for my son and dog, I wouldn't be here.
Meds don't help, therapy doesn't help, my family is dead and I'm not enough for anyone to love me. I wish I could end it. I know I'm basically nothing but a meat sack, not any more deserving than anyone else.
I keep getting stronger alone. So people don't want me and I don't need them. And it gets more and more alone. I'm too alone.
I've said goodbye to so many people. I've been left behind.
If it wasn't for my son I would end it where everyone could see. That I loved and tried so hard, and nobody cared about me.
I don't want any pity. I don't need to be told how lame I am. I don't care.
I keep getting stronger alone. So people don't want me and I don't need them. And it gets more and more alone. I'm too alone.
I've said goodbye to so many people. I've been left behind.
If it wasn't for my son I would end it where everyone could see. That I loved and tried so hard, and nobody cared about me.
I don't want any pity. I don't need to be told how lame I am. I don't care.
