See, that’s where my problem lies.
I keep thinking that the reason you can’t help me is because you don’t understand me. But deep down I know you can and, I’m only using this excuse of your ‘incomprehension’ to fool myself into believing that my problems aren’t so twisted.
You can see where it comes from, you can see what fuels it and how I hold it within me. You do understand, better than anyone.
Yet, there is nothing you will do that would ever take it away.
And the hardest part is that you cannot do anything about it.
My misery is mine.
You cannot bleed my foul blood through the cuts on your palms. Only I can do that, and you know it.
To have to sleep by my side while I cry myself to sleep. To watch me walk on the tight rope above my demons snapping from the chasm.
I don’t want to imagine what it must be like to be you.
P.S – It’s really cool that there’s a 100 of you guys now! I appreciate it a lot. Happy blogging :}