I asked if you were okay,
You said, “I don’t know.”
It was 2am and I understood you were having a bad time again,
I know how you get every once in a while,
You sit in your room shaking because your thoughts get the best of you sometimes,
But you refuse to ask anyone for help.
I offered you my hand but you pushed me away,
You always fucking push me away.
I just wanted to be that person for you,
The one you can talk about your problems with,
I’m awful at advice but I would listen to you talk for hours if it meant that I could hear your voice,
If it meant that I could help you feel better.