You can not tell me not worry about you. Not to try to help or even just trying to listen to the problems.
The stress.
I want to help you darling.
Why can you not see any of this? My hard work just to get close but all you want is her, and I cannot change that. I wish I could, but I cannot. You only want her and her brown curly locks, and her fragile but strong body. Her sweet attitude and innocent personality. She was horrible to you and then you start to lose it and that's when I get concerned but I'm pushed into the shadows that swallow me whole. You always have told me that I can come to you for help whenever I need it, well the same goes for me darling.
It always has.