Everyone wants you to visit,

yet no ones comes for you.

Everyone wants money from you,

Yet none have any if you’d ask.

Everyone asks if you’re okay,

But does not ask why you’re not.

Everyone wants you to think that you’re loved,

But you are a means to their end for their own happiness.

You ask yourself why you put up with all of it,

if you’d had an answer, you’d still be alive.

Next Chapter: the reason