I can’t explain it to you.
I can’t even begin to try.
I don’t have the words in the far recesses of my mind.
I don’t have the strength to tell you.
I beg you to see.
I beg you to listen.
I plead that you would see without me showing you.
I plead you to fix me.
I show you my scars.
I show you my pieces.
I wish you would fix them.
I wish you would glue my pieces together.
You can’t understand.
You can’t recognize.
You don’t try to listen.
You don’t comprehend.
You beg for my love.
You beg for my trust.
You plead for kindness.
You plead for attention.
You show your scars.
You show me your pieces.
You wish for help.
You wish for fixing.
I try to help you.
I pick your pieces up.
I break myself to fix you.
I shatter my bones to heal yours.
I rip my heart in two so you can have a half and live.
I smile through it all.
I listen to you.
I watch as you heal and I shatter.
You don’t try to do the same.
You don’t pick up my broken self.
You don’t break yourself for anyone but you.
You don’t shatter anything but your self confidence.
You don’t rip your heart except for a guy who comes and goes.
You don’t smile, you complain.
You don’t have time to listen as you fill the air with your complaints.
Sorry. I didn't mean to sound self absorbed.
“I’m fine.”