it's all here. right here, on my body.
I have been through a lot in this vessel
this construct of bones and flesh and muscle
I have hurt myself
open wounds in my heart.
I have done so much to myself
I used to depend on people to depend on me
I lived off of it, breathed it
"maybe if I fix them, my problems go away"
I was wrong
I was terrible
and I hurt
the worst thing you can do is hurt yourself
and I did it
I sometimes still do, little things, when I am not thinking
if it hurts, why do I still do this?
people still love me
live off of my help
but I cant seem to grasp that.
I dont need to live your life and fix your problems
it just creates more for me
but I need you.