He said I'm walking without my head, walking without direction. And that I'm selfish and all I think about is my self. That I just take as I please and that I act as if I know everything. He said I need help but I'm too proud to ask for it.
Well, you don't know me. You don't know my intentions, the things that are running in my head. Selfish? You don't know my sacrifices-- the things and people I gave up. You don't know what I truly want and the people I want to give all these. I've been a mess for a long time already but you never heard me complain. At my darkest days I never drag anyone down with me. I did try asking for help but I was told I was being weak, clumsy and dumb. I felt so alone for years but every time I reach out my hand,nobody was there to hold me so I taught myself to never pin my life to anybody and to always be the first one to leave. And here you are wanting to fix me as if you have figured me out already and now you will rescue me. You cannot just patch up my heart and revive it. It's not there anymore.
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