i connected with you because we were both broken.
i made it my job to fix the parts of you that no one else could.
i was naive enough to think that my love for you would help you love yourself,
arrogant enough to think that my generosity would fade the scars welded into your heart.
but i couldn't provide a home for you no matter  how firmly i believed that i was built for it.
it has taken me nearly 21 years to realize that i can't be a rock when i'm crumbling,
but ******* it doesn't mean i didn't try.