What.Is.Happening?

I sit.
The squat Pen
rests as snug as a gun.
Boom
boom
boom.
Dear |___|,
Stop.
I can't
take it
anymore.
This pain.
This hurt.
This sorrow.
No one
should be able
to live
like this.
I can't take it anymore.
It hurts
too much.
No one
likes me
loves me
or cares about me.
I sit.
The squat pen
rests as snug as a gun.
Old,
alone,
done for.
A single tear
falls on my paper.
Why
aren't you
LISTENING?!?
I CAN'T
TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
I don't want
to go THAT far
BUT IT HURTS.
AND YOU AREN'T
DOING ANYTHING.
HELP!
I'm calling out to you
for love
and hope
and support.
Are you listening?