You can't help me in my time of need? I ask you because I need you, I need to receive you, and I love you but you can't follow through and respect one request I give to you? I don't think so.
I spend so much time caring for others in their time of pain and acknowledging their comments that I lose myself in the process too many times.
Too many times have I forgave, too many times have I listened, too many times have I cried myself to sleep on my tear-stained pillow. Too many times have I lied and said I was okay. Too many times I've laughed away the tears. But now, the only one who is laughing is you and the only one in tears is me, myself and I. All I wanted was for you to help me. And too many times have you said, "I'm busy."
