Hopeless

I'm going crazy. I asked for help until I gave up time and time again and I'm hanging on by a thread.

I can't tell anybody about what's going on. Whenever I tried to get help from my friends or family, my trust was betrayed and I was left on my own to deal with it. I begged and pleaded. I got so desperate that I even begged God after realizing just how alone I was.

I talk to the air a lot. I sometimes hear whispers, noises that shouldn't be playing and feel bugs and things crawling over my skin. I feel paranoid. I've gotten used to so much, gone numb to so much stuff, and still, I'm in utter sorrow. God knows if this emotional anchor can keep me here long enough for me to get help. I can't leave him alone and he can't leave me alone or we're both doomed. I hate living like this. I feel so helpless.

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