I know it shouldn't work that way But how can it not, as day after day You work yourself to death.
What are your hobbies? What brings you joy? Nothing?
I'm tired of your melancholic mood How you never prioritize food Work for 80 hours per week As anger and rage you continue to leak
How do you not see this? "I need to provide" For a family you are killing On the inside we've tried oh yes, we've tried to explain this all to you but denial and tears is what comes and now I'm totally through.
You can't fill from an empty cup. But on you, I've given up.
I worry about you all the time. I don't want to see you die.
Nagging, yelling, crying.
I can't let this destroy me. I need to move forward in another direction. And find who I am without this infection of never tolerating less than perfection as I face this life intersection help. I don't want to live this way. I need to know that I'm truly okay. To honour myself as I would a friend. Know that imperfection doesn't mean the end.
Why can't you support me?
But your support, I don't need. I'm an adult with my own two feet. I'll stay strong and continue my fight Keeping you out of sight.