No, you’re not.
And I understand that you’re not lying. You don’t actually know that you can’t be here for me. You don’t know what it involves, so you’re not even aware of the monstrosity that you’re promising me right now.
Even if you knew, I could never allow you to be here for me. Because I would say things like, “I want to be dead now,” in all seriousness, and there would be absolutely nothing that you could say to me to make me feel better or want any differently, despite your best efforts.
You would feel helpless. And I would feel worse because it would only justify my feelings of hopelessness.
because it hurts like you can’t understand.
But you shouldn’t ever have to try.
“There was always something so fragile yet impenetrable about you…”
Everybody always knew, or the very least, suspected that something wasn’t right.
Nobody ever did a thing about it to help. They just watched me break.
And now that my wings are broken, I’m still expected to fly.
I said no.
And then the silence.
And then the fighting alone, so suddenly.
There’s no wisdom in static.
Please, come back.