Well you see somebodys story,
you're worried about him or her and want to text them,
ask them what's up and probably help them but you can't,
you can't because you're annoying,
you can't because you said to much,
you can't because you're feeling like you're not wanted,
you can't because you seem to be the only one who cares,
you can't because no one does and you can't confess how important they are.
you can't, because they all seem to blame you for checking up on them,
you can't because something in your heads always stops you,
You can't, because you want them to do it,
you can't, because you want them to care.
No messages,
No calls,
No questions,
No words,
No answer,
It's okay.
I would leave me too.
But it still hurts.
I mean yea.
Words can hurt.
But so does silence.
I thought they were different.
I thought they cared.
I thought they really cared.
It was so Stupid to accept the feeling.
It was so stupid to accept them in my life.
It was so stupid to not block them from the beginning.
And now?
I can't leave.
Again.
I can't hurt them.
Again.
No matter what they do.
Again.
I want to help them.
Again.
I shouldn't have told them.
Again.
I guess they don't care.
Again.
It's always the same.
So why should I care either?
Why shouldn't I die?
Why shouldn't I give up?
Why should I stay with them?
Why shouldn't I block them?
Why should I give a fuck?
Because I do.
I always do.
YOU ARE READING
Help me
RandomTW Das hier ist wahrscheinlich nichts für Menschen, denen es psychisch nicht gut geht, die mit Depression, Ängsten oder irgendwas in dieser Richtung zu tun haben! Großteils sind es Gedanken und Situation, Texte die aus dem Moment heraus entstehen...
