They Hate Me
They all hate me.
I called a friend because once again, my mind is thinking of overdosing.
They hung up because all I wanted was someone to comfort me.
I called a different friend.
I called my final friend.
They hung up and texted that they were busy.
KEEP LEAVING ME!
It makes it easier to leave this world.
If no one notices my presence,
Why the hell would they care if I was gone?
Maybe I shouldn't have started the conversation with "I need help."
As soon as I said it, that's when she hung up.
So she lost the right to ask if I'm okay.
She should've asked today.