hetviiiworks

You never let people help when you're weak, hurt, or broken. But what's worse than that? You don't even let them know. You'll never understand the depth of the pain I carry every single day. Yes, I'm talking about me. About how I push people away when I'm hurt inside. When I'm tired. When I'm overwhelmed. When I feel misunderstood. When the weight inside me is too heavy to explain. When I feel mistreated. Undervalued. Burnt out. When I overthink everything, despite knowing that people help people. But I stop them. Because I believe no one could ever truly feel what I feel. No one wants to step into my shoes. No one really wants to understand my side of the story. No one is willing, or maybe no one is capable. And the irony? I help them when they're at their lowest. I listen. I stay. I sit with their silence; I do everything I can to lift them. But when I need someone- They don't see it. Or maybe, I don't let them. And it feels like betrayal. ...