There are times where I sit and cry between tuns while I drive cab for 12+ hours. There are times where I just want to be comfortable and happy. Where sobbing to the ground feels like the only thing that would help. There are times I want someone else to do the hard stuff. Where I remember past people and wonder if they would have helped. But I know better.
There are times like today that start out beautifully and full of hope but end up with a lump in my throat hat I swallow barely down so I can interact with others. Days like today where I just want to curl up and be okay. Where I'm so lost and sad I don't know what to do. These days I wonder what it must be like for those people on pills who get to numb the pain away. Happy pills that are probably lies. I want someone to genuinely care. Someone to save me, I deserve it.
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