I don't understand. Like I do, but I don't. I don't understand why you continually do this. I don't understand why the answer doesn't seem so simple to you. It's staring you right in the face. But I do understand. I understand that it isn't simple and there technically is no answer and I understand you do this because you won't do anything else until you're better. But I don't understand why you don't at least have a go at this possible solution. I don't understand why you can't do it for yourself, I don't understand why you don't try for me. You're trying as hard as you can and it's not making any changes, I understand that. But at the same time, I don't understand. And it's making this hard on me.
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i'm not you, and i am not a mind reader. i need you to talk to me because this isn't helping - whatever this is.
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maybe the problem is me, and maybe i make a big deal out of nothing. maybe i'm not as sympathetic as i think and maybe i'm not as understanding as i want to be. maybe i push you too hard for you to be what i want you to be and maybe what i want you to be isn't who you are. maybe you were getting better, and maybe then i came along and ruined you. maybe the problem is me, and maybe it always was.
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Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
