How am i supposed to help you when I can’t help myself? How am I supposed to tell you what to do or where to go, when i don’t have a clue where I should even be.
You ask for my help and i give it. I give it all every time a person like you wants a shoulder to cry on.
But I gave it all.
There is nothing left but an empty heart.
I have no soul anymore. I sold it to the people who needed it “more”. I sold my love to them, my hopes and happiness, because they didn’t have these things.
Now I have nothing and people complain why I am such a bitch instead of sharing what I once gifted to them. I never complained, never cried and never asked for help when I needed it the most.
Why are you here now, when it’s too late? Why are you watching me in the white restriction shirt? Why are you in my room?
Go away. I don’t need you anymore. It’s too late. I don’t have a soul and I’ve lost my sense along my road to here. I have nothing. So I’m sitting in my room with a white restriction shirt and you are all watching. Why? Why now? There’s nothing more to take from me. I have nothing left. I am just sitting here, wondering why are you so late.
~Theo
Look up and dream. 