I realize I cannot count on you anymore.
You weren't there for me.
When I was at the bottom, the most intense pain, loss and need. you didn't feel it, didn't respond. Did not help. Did not care.
I had never needed you more, I was so alone, I am so alone. I asked, pried and tried, begged and cried.
It was an accident that I survived.
A shame.
You were my only solid.
What are you now? What am I now? Who are these fucking people? I don't know either of them or what they are.
A shame, as well.
Perhaps it was meant to be, or not to be. It was all just a dream.
A shame.
Hell.
