3 AM

I told you I was struggling, existentially you said: being an adult means doing things that you don't want to do you think I like doing laundry? -- It's 3 AM and I'm feeling sick, emotionally I woke to vertigo, to racing thoughts, to write what I can't say the feelings fade eventually -- You don't tell me things because you're afraid of how I'll react. That I won't respond, in the way that you want and guess what? I share that fear now -- "What can we be doing to support you?" is a line that we use often. I say it myself, and: "I hear you and I appreciate you." I wish you'd say these words to me -- Heart core, heart ache: life is too short, so love the one you got? Shake off that carbon monoxide handshake, make up and make do, buddy. It's enough...