Ironic.

How ironic;
It is when I seem to give people superbly, great advice;

But I can't seem to make it of any use to my own heart.

How ironic;
That I'm going around, lapping up after other people's problems;

Trying to fix what I can't stand to bear witness to;

Knowing that they probably won't do the same for me.

How selfish;

That I'm giving myself a small flicker of false hope.

To think that something might actually happen;
With no solid proof of anything.

How selfish;

To know that there are people who do care for me;
But thinking that they don't really understand.

And the shittiest part?







Is that this is something I have to solve on my own.

It just hurts to think anymore.