You've answered my calls when I'm depressed. Happiness ignored me once again. It's me... still broken. Still finding more flaws, still being lame asf when I've had more than enough. Like the bottle I broke...... I can't glue my shattered heart back together. But I do still get better. I just don't trust myself because every day a flaw still haunts me. Very few trust me, but I refuse to beg for help I don't need saving. I grew up with a bad choice, screamed, cried, and lost my voice. I know I'm different, losing people had my tears dripping. But now I'm just not trusting anyone because I don't trust myself to be happy.