Helpless

When I hear them trying to sound so strong, so complete, I want to cry. I want to run to them and make everything better. And where I am, all I can do is make lithe promises. Weak promises. What is a promise but a way of saying, I cannot help, but I want to? I feel so weak here, so helpless. I feel my presence is a burden upon those who try so hard to make things better. I didn't want to, I didn't want to. What did I not want to do? To leave you, all, behind. I left them behind to achieve a half torn dream. A dream that will hopefully end in happiness. But here, here was just...

I cannot think straight anymore. The words come out like unspooled threads. Tangled and confused, but releasing. All of them are releasing their selves.

Here I am so helpless, so thoughtless, so breathless. I want to breathe airs of hope for them, and exhale them so they can feel better. Be less of a burden, is what I want.

Promises hide secrets kept behind iron doors.

And tears fall...Blurry

~Allu