Here I stand, beneath the spøtlight, nøt even truly prepared tø speak
But I will set these wørds free
And all recørds straight
Yøu and me bøth, we wish things were nøt høw they are
But alløw me tø express the feeling that surrøunds me
Følløw my wørds accørdingly, as they paint this picture
My lips are nøw the paint brush that is respønsible før all markings øn a ønce empty canvas
Sø then, are yøu ready tø understand?
Øk.
Sø I ønce said sømething wise, in which it was applied tø someøne, whø knøws someøne I met thrøugh yøu, thøugh I said it directly tø that mutual friend øf øurs
I said "we are all emøtiønally afraid øf heights"
This statement implies that thøse øf us whø seem sø negative, we are simply afraid øf high høpes
The higher øur heads are raised, the møre it will hurt when we fall frøm such heights
Sø, we stay at røck bøttøm
Nøw, by restating this analøgy, I'm nøt implying that I, myself cømpletely identify with it.
My particular situatiøn is a bit different
But just keep listening
See, there was a pøint in time where I was løw and brøken
Øn the grøund, yøu føund me pleading før help
And sø, yøu did cømply
Yøu were my platførm
And yøu raised me higher than heaven
My fear øf heights began tø burn bright
And sø yøu reassured me that yøu wøuld never let me fall
As time passed, I felt the platførm beneath me start tø shøw signs øf instability
Sø, startled as I was, I called my wørry tø yøur attentiøn
Yøu denied there were ever any issues
But the platførm that carried me, the platførm that was yøu, I felt it shake and rattle as if it were øn the brink øf disassembly
My fears grew greater
This pattern persisted før a while until sømeday....
Øne day, that platførm disappeared, suddenly
And I fell
I. Fell. Far.
The amøunt øf damage døne will never truly be understøød by yøu
That is fair and that is fine
But why have I decided tø bring this tøpic intø the light, this day?
Well...it is because there is sømething abøut my fear that needs tø be addressed
Tøday I asked abøut yøu, that is in return tø vice versa
And yøur respønse.... suggested that yøu aren't particularly happy
Knøwing this caused me great pain and nausea
Because før every time I see that yøu are gøing thrøugh unhappy times, I flashback tø the days where I gave everything I had just tø try and help yøu
But due tø yøur stubbørnness, my efførts led tø nø avail
And as I am trapped between the truth øf the past and the inevitability øf the present...I quite literally feel like a fucking failure
Because I knøw that every time yøu are in a less than perfect cønditiøn, yøu are nøt gøing tø trust me ør cønfide in me tø assist yøu thrøugh yøur trøubles
It fucking hurts like knife wøunds, tø knøw høw yøu'll never trust me
Am I weak?
Tø yøu, I feel I am
And I feel that even if yøu ever did alløw me tø help, my "knøwledge" wøuld never be strøng enøugh tø ever impress yøu
And øverall, I felt that if I ever did try tø help yøu, then yøu wøuld ønly treat me just as she døes
She whø has døne similar damage
And she has never seen me as anyøne før everything I tried tø be
Sø with yøu, I fear the same judgement
And før that, I can hønestly say these wørds
"I fear you"
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