Why I don’t ask for help

when I do, it is never forthcoming. It resists my advances like a jaded lover. Kicks me to the curb like a dog and then, shits on me

I finally swallowed my pride and asked for help from my friends in averting eviction. It’s now past the time my rent is due, and well, I know if I were to take ill, and incur massive medical bills or need surgery, well, they would let me die. except for ONE person, a deafening silence, and a cold shoulder. Yet, I’m there for them and their needs.

That ends, now.