bursting at the seams.
yes im almost bursting at the seams.
will somebody help me.
i cant do this on my own anymore.
i need help.
here i am shouting, but why isnt anyone answering me.
cant you hear me. im shouting for you. my hands are calling out to yours.
i dont even have my own life sorted out and im needed to be there for someone else. i cant handle my own stress how do i be there for you. your problems are far too heavy for my delicate shoulders. im still learning to build myself up piece by piece since it was broken way before. everytime i piece a part of me, someones breaks another part of my precious being. so when will i feel whole again? i do not know.
but you, as much as i love you with all that ive got. cant you see that i myself needs help. and youre expecting me to be strong and help you in this huge mess that we’re in. this mess shouldnt be mine in the first place. its not fair that im a part of this. the fault is not mine in the first place. but why are we all being punished for it.
i dont know where we are going. i dont know how this mess is gonna clear up. i dont know how we are going to solve this problem. i dont know if this problem even has any solutions. what kind of solutions are there? will there still be something for me to believe in at the end of it all. will we make it in the end together. will i have a life of my own? cause i seem to dont deserve one.
dear family, dont fail me.
or dear me, dont fail my family.
broke and broken, i am, too.
