Standing on a cliff screaming at the top of my lungs.
Looking down at everyone who said they cared or they would be there.
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
So sick of people’s lies and placating what they think you want to hear or what is polite.
WHERE are all the real people.
Sick of trusting that people care and will be there when you need them.
Sick of always being the one to lean on.
WHERE is my support, my rock in the middle of the storm?
Looking around, I notice I AM my own rock.