It hurts when support is given
bit by bit by bit
and in the areas I do not want it.
It hurts when that support
by the very people who created
the reason for it,
It hurts when the support comes crashing down
and they tell you to get your priorities straight.
It hurts when I realize that
they were the only one to give me
the support I craved and needed.
It hurts to know that the people I support
the people I love and care about,
I can’t talk to them about this,
because they wouldn’t understand
or maybe even care.
They like to think they know me
I like to think they care,
but I can’t go to them for all the things that make me depressed
or question who I am.
I can’t go to the people I love the most
because one wouldn’t listen
one wouldn't understand and agree
and one was the person who started it all.
I can’t talk about it,
I just have to hold it in
and pray to God to make the
tears burning at the back of my eyes
And that I can keep a hold
on my dwindling sanity.