Truth Is

You were never ready to help me.

There was a lot of you caught up in me that made it hard, not the other way around.

You couldn't stop expressively needing. Even though you said you'd try.

You never did stop. And I never did stop helping, even when I said I couldn't.

Truth is we make the pattern because its familiar.

Truth is I pretend for everyone and everything in every which way I can.

It's just normal. My normal. Normal for me.

I can make everyone happy because i've mastered the art of lowering self-importance.

Thats it. Thats all it is. Well, and it's love. Love for everything.

I'm responsible for you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and most certainly you. Everyone.

I'm responsible for making sure everyone I encounter walks away from me alive, both in body and soul.

I thought today and I came up with something interesting.

When death comes, you can either die with it or live through it.

Good, yeah?