Alright.
So.
What is it?
What do I want?

...
Alright, that won't work.
What can I do?

Nothing.

You are seriously just going to turn your back now?
No, I know, you think you are right,
Especially when you use that condescending tone.

But in reality,
You just come off idiotic.

If no one will help me
When it is so ******* difficult
For me to ask in the ******* first place

When I don't have any problem doing things on my own
That is how it has always been

But things are different now
I have fallen down.

Have dug my own grave it seems
And there is no way out.

I can scream so loud
But there is no sound.

I get frantic at first
In a blurry hurry rush out the words
But for not very long
At one point I just... stop.

You would think I got it all out
But a part of that would be feeling better.
I just don't.
All too painfully aware,
That I have just barely
Scraped the surface
Of my purpose
Which is apparently
To be spiteful and needy

You know things aren't looking good
When it feels like you should
Just **** yourself
To make it all easier.