It makes me sad to think that theres no one i trust to take care of my kids if i die.
It makes me sad that i have no one that truly has my back.
It makes me sad that no matter how kind you are, you will probably never get the same from others, maybe worse.
It makes me sad that despite all the hurt ive been through, i still refuse to save myself from other people.
It makes me sad that no matter how hard i try, my life will probably never mean anything much.
It makes me sad that i have to pretend my lifes fine for the sake of others.
It makes me sad that ive been taught to feel ashamed of showing my emotions.
It makes me sad to realise how broken i am and how hard it is to keep getting back up again and again.
It makes me sad that i cant protect my kids from feeling the same hurts as ive felt throughout my life.
It makes me sad to be a human being.
It makes me sad to be me.