Attacked

Quiet And Alone

Scared to say anything, angry at the person you love the most.

I needed him to be there for me. I still do. But it seems as if he doesn't even care. As if he would prefer me dead. I feel greatly unwanted, not needed, nor loved. My life feels pointless right now. As I sit here while the one person I need to be here for me is out selling drugs and what not, I think about my son. Wonder what it even is that I'd be able to offer him. Knowing he'd be far better without me, knowing I'd never be able to give him the perfect life. I could give up right now... I love my son too much.

Not everyone has a perfect life. Mine for sure is a significant to others. These are just the events of the past few days. Sometimes fighting becomes too hard.