Dear heart, please tell me, how can I help?

I'm here.

I've got you.

I don't know what I'm going to make this mean.

I don't know what I'm going to make this mean.

I'm just so tired.

Of being so alone. In all of this.

I'm not allowed to die, and oh how I want to.

Maybe it's just sleep i need. Maybe it's just the combination of everything. Maybe I've given too much and I'd like to be done now.

You don't get any more of me.

I don't know how to stop giving. I don't want you to stop taking. I wish you would, take it all. Throw it out. Broken things are meant to be thrown out.