I knew I hit rock bottom when the only person who seemed to care was a fast food worker
I rolled up to the drive thru at a quarter to midnight and he asked me how I was
I hadn’t been asked that in what felt like eternity so I answered honestly, I said ‘You know, it’s been a rough night’
He said ‘Well in that case, you’ve come to the right place’
And in that moment, as dumb as it sounds, I felt cared about
Something that I hadn’t felt in forever
I mean sure, I had been fake cared about
I’ve had empty "How are you’s" asked through gritted teeth
Abandoned “I’m here for you’s" placed out of pity
But if I disappeared of the grid
An eye wouldn’t bat and a grin wouldn’t fade
But maybe that fast food worker would care with the fries he’d made
Maybe he’d wonder why my eyes were so filled with hurt
Maybe he’d ask me if i wanted a burger with that shake too
Maybe he’d ask me that
The same way I wished someone would ask me if I wanted a hug with my shitty night in that drive thru

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