I'm sick okay? I'm sick. I won't ever get better. I'm not just pretending, I'm so sick I've almost died and will probably almost die again. I can't help it.
You say I need to do better for you and its my fault, I'm not sick, just scared. You say sorry for ignoring me, sorry for saying things you didn't mean, sorry for telling me I wasn't worth it anymore.
It's too painful for me to go through. I really want to help you, and make it so you get to a place where you aren't sad anymore, and I'm always there for you, but??? Where has it gotten me??? I have nothing other than you, because I'm always helping you. You leave and do drugs and always come back, guilty, but what does it mean anymore?
You say I look like shit just to impress your friends? You say I am too emotional and unstable for you? You tell me that you will kill yourself if I leave?
It's been years. I've done everything for you for years. I love you, I really do, but when you say you love me back I think, damn. Do you really?