stuck in a moment.
I can't seem to reach her.
It's as if she's buried herself so deeply that there's no telling if we'll ever be able to dig her out. She's six feet under. With him.
I can't blame her. Her heart is broken.
It's difficult, though, to know that she's in a place I can't get to. I've always been the one who could reach her. That's my role in this family. The peace-maker, the one with the maternal instinct, the one who cares for the brokenhearted. From the day I was born, I played the role of whatever was needed from me.
listen to me now. I need to let you know. you don't have to go it alone.
I can sympathize. But I've lost my ability to empathize.
I used to be known as the person who shared your pain. The one whose heart broke for you. The who bled for you when you got cut.
She doesn't live here anymore.
I am so deep in myself. I am so buried in what is going on within myself that when something is going on in the world outside I am completely blind to it.
I no longer shed a tear for anyone else's pain.
I can sympathize. I do sympathize, genuinely and wholeheartedly. But I no longer feel it in my bones. I no longer feel the pain and sadness flowing through my veins.
I don't know what happened along the way, or what made me change.
Perhaps it happened when I started working with kids in Juvenile Hall and realized that I couldn't go home every night and cry for them anymore. Or maybe it happened when I started working for a non-profit that made me realize that, yes, children get abused and beaten by their parents. And there is a 7 year old boy out there who has been in 9 foster placements since he was 5.
And I would be completely useless if all I did was cry for them.
But I can't help but feel if I lost my heart somewhere along the way.
sometimes you can't make it. best you can do is to fake it.
It's as if she's buried herself so deeply that there's no telling if we'll ever be able to dig her out. She's six feet under. With him.
I can't blame her. Her heart is broken.
It's difficult, though, to know that she's in a place I can't get to. I've always been the one who could reach her. That's my role in this family. The peace-maker, the one with the maternal instinct, the one who cares for the brokenhearted. From the day I was born, I played the role of whatever was needed from me.
listen to me now. I need to let you know. you don't have to go it alone.
I can sympathize. But I've lost my ability to empathize.
I used to be known as the person who shared your pain. The one whose heart broke for you. The who bled for you when you got cut.
She doesn't live here anymore.
I am so deep in myself. I am so buried in what is going on within myself that when something is going on in the world outside I am completely blind to it.
I no longer shed a tear for anyone else's pain.
I can sympathize. I do sympathize, genuinely and wholeheartedly. But I no longer feel it in my bones. I no longer feel the pain and sadness flowing through my veins.
I don't know what happened along the way, or what made me change.
Perhaps it happened when I started working with kids in Juvenile Hall and realized that I couldn't go home every night and cry for them anymore. Or maybe it happened when I started working for a non-profit that made me realize that, yes, children get abused and beaten by their parents. And there is a 7 year old boy out there who has been in 9 foster placements since he was 5.
And I would be completely useless if all I did was cry for them.
But I can't help but feel if I lost my heart somewhere along the way.
sometimes you can't make it. best you can do is to fake it.