Stop it!

Stop taking away frome me. Give back. Give back a little, please? That's all I need - that's all I want you to do. Leave a little for me. Let me breathe, let me survive. I don't want to feel like I'm choking on unspoken words, when your fish-mouth moves up and down and up and down, making a meaningless noise that maybe I could care about if I got a breath in edgewise. Don't suffocate me, your burdens and your pains aren't mine unless you help me, I have to support myself because you can't help me, and how am I expected to lift you up while you take my strength? Stop it! Stop it! I shall scream! Not that you'd hear me anyways. No, you're too busy listening to the sound of your own tears falling on the bedspread and your own voice inside your head. I could scream all day long. Maybe you'd get around to hearing me but I don't think you'd even understand the words I'm saying. Nope. So I can't be there for you, not as much as you believe you're entitled to. No, because I gotta look out for myself now. Call me when you're ready to listen again.

"Hey old friend,
What d'ya say old friend?
Are you okay old friend?
Are we, are we unique?"

- Sondheim