I’m sorry….. I’m sorry that I can’t do anything right.
I’m sorry I’m a mistake.
I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and no one wants to be around me.
Maybe if I’m gone then no one will have to say these things to me anymore.
Maybe people will have one less thing to worry about.
No one knows that I’m breaking inside and it’s getting worse.
People tell me that they’re here for me but when need them no one is in sight to help me or they don’t want to because they think I’m being a drama queen.
But hey have a roof over my head.
And food.
So my life must not be that bad right?
Well, I’m sorry my brain doesn’t make the happy chemical as often as everyone else. But thinking like this is selfish.
Right?
BROKEN SOUL
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