I keep thinking if I have wronged myself by not reaching out for help. I keep thinking I have been a fool to not ask for help -for building concrete falls around me. But as it turns out, people are somehow built to let you down, to let go of your hand just when you need them to hold a little tighter. They let go.
All the promises and pacts, all the words and boasting, all of that fades -just when you need it the most.
