I hate that there’s nothing I can do to help you. I can see your pain and I’m trying to reach out to you but I don’t blame you for not being able to see me. You’re too blinded by your unfortunate circumstances and I would be too. I can’t believe you’re dealing with this but what you’re still concerned about is me. It hurts me so much to know I can’t fix this. That I can’t take away your suffering. God I wish I could help. If there was anything for me to do I would do it in and instant without any hesitation. I just want you to be okay. I just want to make sure you’re okay.
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
this deserve so many notes
And in the end it never matters how hard I try or how understanding I am. I can’t change everything.