No one is interested in me, only interested in having sex with me.
No one is interested in spending time with me, only spending my money.
No one is interested in my pain, only they watch me suffer and say nothing.
No one is interested in my struggle, only they see that I can not support the weight yet they do not lend a hand.
No one is interested hearing me, only nodding and asking questions that I just gave them the answers to.
No one is interested in actually seeing me, only walking past me like I do not exist.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
