When we feel like we have no choice, what are our choices?
If we feel stuck because of a situation, who is at fault? Me or the situation? How to get past this or move forward? I'm not sure.
What does the future hold? If theres no effort to help one's self, what am I meant to do? How can I help if she won't help herself?
What happens when things get really bad? Is help then still going to be refused? How is that fair on me to deal with?
How is it fair of me to complain now? Suck it up and deal, as they say.
But its hard, its so hard. When others don't understand it all and theres nowhere to turn and no one to turn to. This is my life, what do I do?
No choices, trapped - but how guilty I feel for feeling this way. Its not right nor moral, just my twisted view.
How can I find peace for myself when I can't do things right for her, when I can't get away... get a break.. have some me time? How long is this going to go on for? Why can't I just accept and be more compassionate?
Am I really this horrible, horrible person? Think of all this person has done for me, yet when they need me now I want to run. Just run, anywhere, to breath for a little bit.
So, no choices here.
Stay strong they all say - yet they can't see me disintegrating before their very eyes.
If we feel stuck because of a situation, who is at fault? Me or the situation? How to get past this or move forward? I'm not sure.
What does the future hold? If theres no effort to help one's self, what am I meant to do? How can I help if she won't help herself?
What happens when things get really bad? Is help then still going to be refused? How is that fair on me to deal with?
How is it fair of me to complain now? Suck it up and deal, as they say.
But its hard, its so hard. When others don't understand it all and theres nowhere to turn and no one to turn to. This is my life, what do I do?
No choices, trapped - but how guilty I feel for feeling this way. Its not right nor moral, just my twisted view.
How can I find peace for myself when I can't do things right for her, when I can't get away... get a break.. have some me time? How long is this going to go on for? Why can't I just accept and be more compassionate?
Am I really this horrible, horrible person? Think of all this person has done for me, yet when they need me now I want to run. Just run, anywhere, to breath for a little bit.
So, no choices here.
Stay strong they all say - yet they can't see me disintegrating before their very eyes.