Thursday, 12 March 2020
I don’t like disturbing others.
I don’t like asking for help.
I know I’m a burden.
I can’t ask for you, because I can’t ask for myself.
So I suffer in silence.
I face this pain alone in my mind.
I cry alone.
But I take my anger out on everyone around me.
I am a terrible person.
I don’t believe this emptiness gets any better...
But I have to hope.