I have said time and time again that I am beyond help. You never want to believe it. You have no idea the amount of pain I am in and yet you insist I find help. Every time I reach out for help it ends up being the same thing. How often do you have to see my pain amplified, leaving me twisting in the wind, before you accept what I have tried to tell you for a long time. There are few people out there that can't be helped and I am one of them. I wonder if you will even see that when the end comes. Will you even still be around when the end arrives? How much longer must I suffer just so those around won't have to?