I've been your rock for a while.
But I literally crumbled the other night and I'm not ready to be of use again.
That's why I haven't talked to you since that night.
I've been avoiding you because of my own self-loathing.
And I know you're hurting and it hurts to keep my distance but I cannot help you.

I am useless.
I am weak.
I am...
I...
...

I'm not ready.
I'm sorry.

May the Stars kiss your tears,
B