I'm sorry that you suffer. That in your sensitivity to give and give you are now the scapegoat
I'm sorry that few understand you, that you stand alone against them all, all those giants, even those that say they are there to help work against you
I'm sorry that you wear many faces, that you have buried your treasures
I'm sorry that you have been so many things for others that you now don't even know yourself
I'm sorry that now you're so tired you can barely get up
It's not your fault.. It really wasn't. I'm sorry that even you scarcely believe that
Let me hold your tears,
let me hear your cries
let me stroke the matted hair away from your face
I love you I can hear you
You are not alone