Im so
Trapped.
Trying to hold everything together is like
Trying to force two incompatible
Puzzle pieces together.
Sometimes it works,
But its a little cramped,
A little off, squished together in an
Uncomfortable way.

Little threads dangling
Connecting ripped, jagged pieces,
Threatening to tear
Any second,
If
One
More
Thing
Piles on.

I cant tell you how proud i am,
And it gives me hope,
It really does.

But it gives me hope for the future,
Not tommorrow. Or the day after. Or the day after that.

I wish i could believe in myself
The way i believe in you,
But i cant.

Because the truth is,
I dont want to admit
Im getting worse every day.
Just dont try to help like that.
Thats my only wish.
Treat it like im dying?
Maybe i am