I don't think I can stand...

I'm broke, in lots of ways.
Really broke.
If I can't leave, I prefer death.

I feel horrible awful, this have no end.
It is an infinite spiral of misfortunes.
And.
I can't stand it.

I've clamed for help.
I've been...kind of ignored.
I feel tiny, impotent.

My body hurts, in lots of ways.
I'm so fucking anxious.
 
If I can't leave, I prefer death.


It's not like I want to die,
But
I don't know if I care.