I feel like i am fucking rotting and I can feel my arms and body aching. I feel my skin turn into molten puddles, and I want to crawl out. Every day I wake up more exhausted and I’m fucking tired of being asked if I’m gonna kill myself. No one listened. No one’s gonna understand me. I’m mentally ill. But it’s not my fault. It was never my fault. I never got an apology from my dad. Never got to say goodbye to the one safe person who kept me safe from abuse. Never got to go on that damn walk with my mom. Why? Why does no one fucking answer me? I’m ROTTING IM ROTTING IM ROTTING
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