I asked for help.
She wanted to see.
I didn't think she would understand,
But she did.
And she told me I'm stupid,
But we all make mistakes.
She asked why,
I answered because it all gets to much and I can't express myself like a real human being.
I feel like an outsider to the outsiders of the human race.
I'm never truly happy.
She listened so contently without the judgement she had all those years ago.
She held my hand and my arm saying it'll get better.
The patches weren't big enough but it'll make do.
I think she understands and accepts me for what I am now,
But it makes me feel like an awful person.
She is so good to me,
I'm sorry for all the times we stopped talking.
I'm sorry you had to see me like this.
I love you and thank you.