Maybe it’s just the type of person I am .

maybe I’m supposed to help others.

Maybe if I wipe your tears,

you’ll wipe mine?

Of course not.

Because you will always be someone,

who relies on others.

Relies on me.

And me being someone who can hardly rely on myself.

Someone who can barely drag themselves out of bed in the morning.

Me sitting here and telling you,

get out of bed, I promise it will get better.

Wouldn’t be truthful of me.