I know how many people were there for me when I was dying--- Zero.

The online sites for mental health,-- zero support.

Family -- zero support.

Friends -- no friends. All people I knew of had been promoted to best levels they didn't even qualify for.

But how many people call me bitter, nasty, confusing, monstrous, rebellious, unfriendly, someone who lacks empathy and sympathy ---- EVERYONE.

No one was there. My work was worthless, my brain was worthless, my hands did worthless work.

Who asks me to be more kind-- all those who were not there for me.

I cleaned myself, I cooked food for myself, washed my clothes, and also went to hospital on my own. No one there for me. And everyone I know today and yesterday - each one of them treated me like trash.

So who is responsible for real?

Scoundrels wear the cloak of saints to abuse the meek and powerless, such is lust for power, that can't keep them from turning to dust.