i cannot. can not. can't.

sometimes, being sensitive and gentle isn't the way to go.

sometimes you have to make a person bleed a little.

and then the healing begins.



of course, i can't, for the life of me

always be intentionally mean or hurtful.

more often than not, i do it unknowingly.



ah, what am i saying?

it's just that a lot of the people around me are depressed.

and although i'd like to help, i don't know how.



and i'm not an unfeeling ass.

much.



but no, actually, call me an ass.

because sometimes i can't sympathize

and i'd more likely be brash than understanding.



and selfish than giving,

and an ass more than a friend.

which is why i opt to just keep my mouth shut.



truth is i CAN empathize if i want to

and sometimes i do.

but i don't know quite what to say.



so forgive me if i can't be comforting.

i love (you), that's true, but that's why i shut up.

so maybe all i could do is listen.