there's only so much venting a girl can listen to before she asks "why doesn't anyone want to listen to ME ever?"
day after day, night after night, I am left to sit online (by choice obviously) and listen to someone or something's problem.
day after day, night after night, I am left to sit online (by choice obviously) and listen to someone or something's problem.
did you know I'm clinically depressed?
did you know my boyfriend and I have been on and off for 3 years and he's actually the reason I'm on anti-depressants in the first place?
did you know I have and do tell him I love him and I've never once heard it back?
did you know I've lost my sister to a bar and it's tender every night?
did you know my dad is a raging alcoholic and is ashamed of me?
did you know my mom is jealous of every woman on the planet because my dad makes her feel insecure?
did you know I get comments daily telling me that I should die, or that I'm ugly, or that I'm fat, or that I'm actually worthless?
no. because nobody asks. nobody even dares to ask if I'm okay, or how my life is going. I'm just everybody's therapist. and as much as I don't actually mind, I just wish someone gave a shit about me. I can simply bring up my problem to a friend and they will go "oh... well my life sucks because I broke a nail." or something RIDICULOUS.
is there anybody out there?
did you know my boyfriend and I have been on and off for 3 years and he's actually the reason I'm on anti-depressants in the first place?
did you know I have and do tell him I love him and I've never once heard it back?
did you know I've lost my sister to a bar and it's tender every night?
did you know my dad is a raging alcoholic and is ashamed of me?
did you know my mom is jealous of every woman on the planet because my dad makes her feel insecure?
did you know I get comments daily telling me that I should die, or that I'm ugly, or that I'm fat, or that I'm actually worthless?
no. because nobody asks. nobody even dares to ask if I'm okay, or how my life is going. I'm just everybody's therapist. and as much as I don't actually mind, I just wish someone gave a shit about me. I can simply bring up my problem to a friend and they will go "oh... well my life sucks because I broke a nail." or something RIDICULOUS.
is there anybody out there?
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