You are not interested to know whats happening to me
and i am also afraid to let you know.

For fear of giving you pressure.
For fear of giving you stress.
For fear of driving you away.
For you i must control my impulses, my delusions.

I wish i could help you.
I wish you could help me.
But you are unwilling to let me help you.
Perhaps i can't do it.
Yet i really wanted to.
To feel useful.
To feel needed.
To feel wanted.

How can you help me?
You really have no time.
I don't blame you for that.
You can't help it.
I wish i could help you.

I am so afraid to let you see what's happening with me.
Because you don't want to.

Do you know?