Release

Help You

I want to help you

but I can't help you

I can't do a fucking thing

do you know how much that fucking hurts?

To see the person you love in so much pain?

I can't give you medication

can't give you enough love

can't even fucking tell you everything's alright

what the hell am I suppose to say?

"Maybe our future will be more okay."

I lie

I'm lying

I'm a liar

(Since when am I a liar?)

I'm a filthy fucking liar

Why do we lie to the people we love the most?

Do we think we're actually protecting them?

Protection is just a mask

hiding what should really be said

what should be known

let me in, let me know

only then may I be able to not lie

to maybe help

a little

better.