A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Advice

The more I push up others,
The further I slip down.
It's such a shame that to help means to suffer.


You don't listen to my words.
Are they actually of any worth?
Perhaps they were, but not anymore.


I give advice that I don't take.
Perhaps I should listen to myself for my own sake.
But I never will, so speaking still feels fake.


Listen well, I say.
You'll understand one day.
And I will too, I pray.


Life feels like a mountain.
Each step forward I've been counting,
Is yours, not mine.


I help you up,
You bring me down.
I'm sorry to say it, but your tears have overflown my cup.


I tell you to eat and sleep and drink.
Never act before you think.
Life is uncertain, don't balance on the brink.


I care so much.
And you've hurt enough.
But you won't listen, I have a hunch.


I want to help you out.
But I know what this is about.
I give advice for both of us to doubt.