Me: You're not here for me at all. You're not here when I wake up, or when I go to sleep at night. Even when I call you or text you because I'm just so desperate for someone to talk to and at least pretend they care. You're not here when I feel so fucking worthless that I hurt myself. I can't always talk to you because I'll tell you my problems and then you'll begin to see how fucked up I really am, you won't ask me how I am anymore, even though you know i'm not okay. Because i'm a burden to you and everybody else around me. Because everybody gives up.