Crumbling, I break off pieces of myself and
hand those caring pieces to others without
thinking about myself. People demand
more and
yet
Do not ever think to once ask me how
I am feeling, despite my cries for help being
typed out in a standard front that everyone
can read
Because my handwriting is
scruffy
And I do not want my feelings
and my heart misinterpreted. I’ve
not actually asked for help, but I am
telling everyone how I am
struggling
in this standard front that everyone
suddenly cannot read nor see
And I think I am expecting
Too much
to expect those who burrowed into my
heart to actually see if I am okay just
because I do the same for them.
HAHA
How ridiculous that I believed that
anyone really cared. Most
people chase the summer sun, and
those lost withing the winter
cold are battling their own storm.
Fair weather friends, (un)fair weather friends.
K. Thwaites