I AM DONE

Everyone has a limit, and I've reached mine,
Can't kill what's already way dead inside,
So I won't be calling anyone for help, they don't even care,
All these damn questions yet the trouble remains here,
Don't lie that you'll be there, when I'm in a tight spot,
yet when I reach out its silence for days, so much for forgetting me not,
It's just constant exhaustion along a mind with a potty mouth,
Never been so desolate, as everything is going south,
And I question the higher up, but all I get is silence, go figure,
Guess I'm just a screw up that for some reason can't get it...