Someone please talk to me.
One of you.
And let me talk about what is in my head.
What is hurting me
Because it will be the fifth time
If I leave this bed
And my leg hurts so bad.
I need to tell you this.
Someone.
Someone.
Please listen.
I don't want to feel like a burden.
But I'm just ready to let go.
And I don't want to write.
Because it seems like
The words are jumbled on those pages.
Please just hear me out.
And let me say that
I'm...
Tired...
Broken...
Hurt...
Alone...
And being alone
Is how all of this started.