I'm just not strong enough
She is crying on the bathroom floor. She is saying that life isn’t worth it anymore. She is crying about me. About her broken heart. And about everything that’s going wrong. I grab a bottle of whiskey and I poor myself a drink. I’m trying not to cry about her. I’m trying not to see if she’s still lying there. I know I can’t help her. How can I help her? I can’t even help myself… I’m drinking now. Hoping that my pain would go away. I’m putting on some music. So I won’t have to hear here cry. I don’t want to see her crying face. I don’t want to see the pain in her eyes. I don’t want to go to her. I don’t want to help her. I can’t even help myself. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t know what to say. I know she’s lying there, feeling sad and feeling broken. I know she wants me to come and to help her up. I know she’s lying there crying on the bathroom floor. I know she won’t stand up alone. I know I broke her heart. I know it. I feel it. I wish I was strong enough to be there for her. But I know I’m not. I know I’m not…
27 aug 2010
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