We are the loneliest people in the world.
But not because no one likes us.
Because everybody does it a bit.
But only a bit.
When we can solve their problem es.
When we should listen to their storys.
When they need us.
When they are sad.
When they are broken.
But when we are suffering,
From all the bad things we collected over the years.
No one is there.
No one tries to help.
No one is listening.
No one fucking cares.
Non of our friends gives a shit about us.
Because we're always the solvers,
The happy,
The fine people.
We don't have problems in their eyes.
But we have.
Many to be honest.
But they only can see themselves.
Only their problems.
Only their issues.
Only their insecuritys.
They don't give a fuck about us.
About our feelings.
About our secrets.
About our storys.
About our insecuritys.
About our issues.
All of them are selfish.
Arrogant.
But I'm not.
We're not.
We try to help.
We try to fix.
But sometimes it's too much for us.
Sometimes it's to much for me.
But that's my life as the therapist friend.