You have an addiction
Not of any substance
But of some other affliction
Where you burrow yourself into a pit of self pity
And bathe in your own anxiety and misery
You expect the world to listen to your woes
But then refuse to accept the help that others bestow
For no one could ever possibly understand
What you are experiencing in your mind first hand
But I am beginning to realise that you enjoy the idea
Of feeling as if your life is uniquely unfair
You say the hand you are dealt is all there is
That you have no say in your own happiness
But what sort of life can we hope for if that is true?
Do you not want me to at least try to help you?
I am done bearing the weight of your unhappiness
Done with this never-ending bombardment of constant sadness
It’s time I let you go
Time to let you figure this out on your own
I hope one day you accept the help you need
But until then, I must protect me.