I am so lost right now.
(Surely I'm capable of being a better person than this?)
Ignore me: I just need to step out of my bones for a moment, and let my shell fall to the floor in a crumbled heap of skin and blood and the vapor of long-held hopes.
I can't try to be strong anymore, I can no longer offer balm to others when my soul is a diseased, shriveled thing.
But at the same time, I can't stop hoping I can help someone else, even if I can't help myself.
