u/ETD_Ems

I’m just another number, a paycheck. I’m no one to you.
You say you care, you say I matter, but do you say that because you mean it, or because you get paid to say it?
I’m just the next meeting and the next conversation, in a donation to a foundation. Someone you would look at and say, ‘poor kid,’ without any hesitation.
I don’t need that kind of sympathy.
I’m a story, and I’m an article. I’m not a choice. I have no voice anymore. I lost my voice along with my choices.
All I wanted was help. All I wanted was to speak up, but they took my backup. It feels like a lockup, and now I feel like a fuck up, all because I wanted help.