Everyone says the same thing.That they'll always be there,no matter what.That if I ever need a hand,theirs will be there to help me out of my pit of lonliness or despair.
Well where are those hands now?Doing something else,I'm positive,because nobody cares about the feelings of one.
The saying says that the needs of the many outweight the needs of one.But what happens when the many have satisfied their needs?The one is still ignored,still not given his.
Nobody will even look at me anymore,these days.The saddest part of it all,is that the only one person who does,I hate more then anyone else.And I need to accept their aid to keep me alive.
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