I am nothing.

The people I love are leading their own lives and cannot keep me afloat, and should not have to.

I fucked up my education, let's not even go there.

I live in a house that is not my own, nor is the family living inside it mine.

I hate my empty ways of sleep and work and no want for anything for all its futility.

There used to be something in this chest, and there is an utter inability to feel anything but pity and sorrow and anger, so much anger.

I could run and pursue some kind of answer but then where would I be?

I would love to lay down and die could I do it harmlessly.

I am so tired, and so very sad. I need help mending but I cannot ask and I don't know what to do. Please help me.