Tell me when.
That's a common enough phrase.
Is this enough dressing?
Tell me when.
Is this enough to drink?
Tell me when.

But curiously,
it's never used when we really need it.
Is this enough pain?
Tell me when.
Can you handle more sorrow?
Tell me when.
Is your plate full of enough worries?
Tell me when.
You want to be happy for a few days?
Then tell me when to end the pain.
You want your heart to soften?
Tell me when to stop hardening it.
You want to be free?
Tell me when to start trusting you.
You want to grow up?
Tell me when to let you make your own mistakes.
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me when you've had enough.
Please, please tell me when your back is about to break.
I'm asking you to tell me when your arms are too heavy
with the burdens that keep being laid on top of your bruised and broken skin.
Tell me when and I'll give you back your childlike hope.
Tell me when and I'll let it be okay.