What the **** am I doing here. They tried to tell me but I didn't hear. I pushed foward too hard, lost in my dreams. Now my life is coming apart at the seams. Depression sets in and I hate myself. Emotions escape, no longer caged on the top shelf. I want to be saved but I don't want to be. I pull away but cry for someone to save me. But maybe they should do nothing. It's comforting to wallow in self-loathing.