Tell.me
I want to know you’re okay. I want to hear from you. I want to reach out. I want to know.
Tell me how you are. How you’re getting through. What gives you hope, what is crushing you.
I don’t want to wait until it’s too late. (but maybe it already is.) Only I am weak. I am scared. So I say nothing. Maybe you don’t care anymore. I do though.
I remember your way. how you could calm me, taking that sharp edge of my anxiety and smooth it out a little, make it tolerable. Giving me a space to breath some cleaner air. I could use that right now. When every day is just so hard.
Tell me. Tell me everything.
- Life has gotten weird
- Good night sleep tight