A Downward Spiral

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Everyone is against you. Even your own mother. The mistakes you've made have been costly. All your money goes to mom to fix what you've done. You are now completely broke and dependent on others. A leech to society. Set up for failure.
   You brought it all on yourself. A broken soul left to rot in today's society. A useless pile of rot that will never become anything more then a nuisance to others, an annoyance to the public, and an inconvenience for friends and family.
It's a call for help. Help. Help. Help. These words repeat. Help. Help. But the world has turned its head, and plugged its ears as you fall farther and farther. No one to catch you. No one to save you. No one to tell you you're okay. No one. No one. No. One.
  Your calls for help echo pointlessly through the air. You hope. Hope that someone somewhere hears your call for help. Help. Help. Every ear is deaf and head is turned. Theres no where left to go. You wish that someone cares about you. Maybe someone who did. Maybe someone who will. Someone. Someone. Someone to just acknowledge you once a day. Say your okay. Make you hold on just for one more day. But for now, impossible.
  No one shares your calls for help. You hide them too much. But even now you call for help loud and clear. Help. Help. Help. Asking until someone hears. Someone has to hear. You cant fight on your own. Help. Help. Help. Help. Someone to turn to. Help. Help. Someone to just reach out and say, "I'm here if you need to talk about anything. Get something off your mind." Help. Help.. Help... help.....