Idk if anyone will ever see this but if you do know that you're loved and know that you're cared for. Its okay to be sad and it's okay to ask for help. Feel free to reach out to me if you want to and I'll be here.
I've scaled the walls to leave my own hell
I've climbed the pillars to salvation
I've built homes with people that weren't my foundation
All just to look out the windows at the base of a mountain I know I can't climb.
I don't know what's real or fake
I don't know how to love or hate
I can't tell if it's a dream or I'm awake
I don't feel hurt nor pain
My emotions are nothing but what the dictionary says
I may as well be a husk in a field waiting to decay
Atleast then I'll be able to provide
My thoughts are my own but they affect too many.
My actions are my own but they affect too many.
My voice is my own but it affects too many.
I hope my actions are perceived as gold
I hope my voice is heard as being helpful and caring.
I pray that my thoughts stay my own.
I don't wanna be a bother but I want to be heard.
I don't want to be a bother but I want to be seen.
I don't want to be a bother but I want to be loved.
I don't wanna be a bother but I hope I'm missed.