To lift all the spirits around you when your own is so lost and alone.
People come to me, trying to find kind words. They need someone who can tell them that everything will be okay, that everything will get better. But sometimes I can’t be that person. Sometimes I just feel that there’s nothing good inside of me, nothing positive to say. Why they can’t see how fucked up I am? Why no one can’t see?
And, at the end of the day, I’m here alone. I’m here hidden, imagining how my life would be if there was no pain in it. I’m here alone, trying to put all my pieces together, trying to understand my own feelings, trying to find some light in my own thoughts. But I’m so tired of that. I don’t want to need anyone, but at some point, I just can’t keep holding myself. It is so hard to accept that I need someone. It kills me to accept that I’m not as strong as I want to be, that I’m not okay with my loneliness. And I wand to cry because I feel so stupid. I have a brain, I should use it to stop all these feelings. But I can’t. Sometimes I just can’t do anything.
