Sorry, I’m In The Middle Of My Own Storm.
I Can’t Be Your Umbrella Right Now.
It’s Not That I Don’t Care, It’s Not That I Don’t Want To Help.
But My Hands Are Already Full—Holding Myself Together, Managing My Own Battles, Trying To Heal Wounds No One Else Sees. Living With A Betrayal Feels Like Living With A Murderer.
I’m Tired!
I’m Hurting!
I’m Barely Standing!
Right Now, I Just Need Time— To Breathe, To Rest, To Find My Footing Again.
Maybe One Day, When The Rain Slows Down & The Clouds Pass, I’ll Have The Strength To Shelter Someone Else. Or Perhaps, Maybe Never!
But Today?
Today I Just Need To Survive.
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Author:
Spring (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: May 12th, 2025 12:02
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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