he tells me he is moved to tears by my suffering. he tells me i look like four of my friends have died sitting in the waiting room.
he tells me to think about antidepressants. i say, no.
she tells me i am destroying her life. she tells me that all this talk about refinancing is about making it easier to get away.
she tells me why wouldn’t you at least try them. i say, no
but i am tired, and i am tired of trying to explain. i am tired of fighting and it’s taken its toll.
i give up, i am tired of being me. maybe this is the disappearing i’ve always longed for. maybe this is the way to be gone for good and for the good of everyone else.