Too much of nothing

Too tired to care. Too sick to feel. Too much coming at my way. Every thing seems to fall apart, when I thought it was falling together. Can't breathe. I can't think straight because of the drugs. Stressed to the bone, no one here to help me. I have never felt this alone and yet, I feel crowded by people that don't care. They hover my every move and wait until I mess up. Picking at me, and judging me. I want someone who cares enough to ask. I don't want pity friends. I want sincerity. Is that too much to hope for? 

Not everything is bad though. I'll be okay. I am happy, remember? 

i need a hug from you,

karaboo 

p.s.you gotta be sincere.