You feel an awfully piercing pain in your heart when you muster up the courage to ask for help and are rejected, or not taken seriously. As you sit in the hollowness of your room staring at the screen while your friend who promised you they would b there, leaves you on read while tears are streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall and the dam in your eyes has flooded open. The mockery of your pain is something that will forever stain your mind and haunt you every time you even think of asking for help again. The tears dry on your skin, but their presence never leaves as you bask in the rejection you feel from those who you had certainly thought would have been there for you. Why? Why were you so sure that they would b there? Because you had been there for them, but clearly, you don't mean as much to them as they had made you believe. If you had, maybe they wouldn't have purposely ignored your calls for help. At this point, you are wishing that they had never given you the false indication that you were friends in the first place, that they hadn't lied to you, because that way at least you wouldn't feel the betrayal you feel now. You realize that people never are there for you, and no matter how much love you give, you will never get that back. Because you are selfless, but all those around you are selfish, they'll take and take and take, but when you ask for one little thing, suddenly you are a stranger to them.
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18 Years of Depression
PoesiaThis book is a series of journal entries, poetry, and rants from all my years of existence, feel free to relate and recognize that you aren't going through it alone. All of this work is original, so please don't copy it, this is literally the only t...
