Asking for Help is Hard.

Why is it so hard to ask for help when help is around? It confuses me that even though I’m there for anyone in a crisis, I don’t want anyone to help me when I’m in despair. To show how I feel even though it is evident… To ask for help is even harder because…

Distracted

When I’m not distracted I think about death a lot. I’m scared of not being entertained Because I don’t like the place my mind wanders to.

Stare at Nothing

Somedays, i stare at nothing Waiting for something to happen Lost in thought. When will the world swallow me whole? When will death remind me to live? When will my head be screwed on tight? I wait for someone to ask me “what’s going on?” without making me feel like i owe them an explanation…