@llovewiins sent “tell me how to make it better.” (( joe
You. You with your warm eyes so full of concern for me. How do you do that? How are you so kind in a world full of cruelty and hatred? A world full of death and unfairness. Look at you, if only I could be that kind. I am a cruel, cruel creature. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your attempt to make things better.
I sigh, shoulders rising and falling with the heavy exhale I take, as if that will lift the burden of guilt off my shoulders. Guilt is a strange thing, isn’t it? Heavy, like it weighs you down, drowns you with every breath you take. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to go back to the time in which I didn’t have this heavy burden like Atlas carrying the world upon his shoulders.
“There isn’t anything you can do.” I finally say after what feels like forever and oh, I know you will insist otherwise because you’re kind and good, far kinder than I will ever be. “There is no making this better.”