I’m fine

I’m fine.

I’m not the friend I should be, or the father, husband, brother or person either.

I’m fine

I you or someone you know, blah, blah, blah…   I could be dead for weeks before someone will miss me.

Cry for help? Yeah, that’s been going on for 5 years now and no one I haven’t paid has answered around here.

Get this, I was supposed to have a telehealth with my therapist on Valentine’s Day and was blown off.

I’m fine

I’m really trying to kill myself from the inside out, so the feeling is gone. Just a shell of a man that can still be used by others when they need me and never reciprocating.

I’m just fine.