Don’t say empty words to me. Don’t tell me to calm down, because that’s exactly what I can’t do now, don’t push me any further against that wall that won’t let me see beyond, don’t tell me to stop being sad, because I can’t find good sides or joy in this situation.
In fact, I can’t find the points where I can start stabilizing to gain momentum. It may not be a matter of will or strength. I really don’t want to be like that, to feel that way. So don’t tell me empty words.
- And don’t punish my ears either.
- Just because I didn’t want to leave the light on or the door open.
- Then you’re not helping me.
- I know it’s the first thing that comes to mind.
- But you won’t help me.
Your punishment is unreasonable and only increases my anxiety, my insecurity. This doesn’t make me feel any less lost and doesn’t make me feel any less carefree. In fact, I feel even more alone when you’re upset or away.
Also, do not point your finger at the same goal that I am eagerly pursuing, because my problem is not fooling myself about the destination, it is no longer about finding the way, the way to get to this place that we both aspire to. .
Then anguish, far from diminishing when you tell me to keep it, becomes me. It feeds on stubbornness and helplessness, the helplessness that makes me feel with your words. I’m honest. I ask you not to be angry that this does not become a sincericide.
Don’t tell me what I’ve already told you, because it makes me feel even smaller in the face of this state than I can now, at the time, I can’t control it.
So don’t ask me to breathe underwater. I need to get to the surface, find leftovers where the light can pass and make a hole a little bigger. Let’s join forces instead of sitting down and weakening mine.
So, if you listen to me, we can start speaking a language through which we can understand each other, leaving the Tower of Babel to build an intimacy.
I don’t need a tower, I need a bridge that you can cross and understand the circumstances and obstacles that seem like giant to me. Huge, even if a target viewer isn’t able to see more than one line so small that even the most unbalanced people would stumble, don’t tell me?And don’t be him.
Don’t tell me, don’t help me. If you don’t want to, if you can’t. Don’t talk about amenities or reduce my problems so I can get over them faster. If you’re talking about yours, how are you, I get it.
In this sense, I ask you not to dress up as an educated visit on a given afternoon, because they begin with despair and end with hope, in which silence is in no hurry, because time is running out. tiptoe, you can go.
Don’t ask me how I’m in a message, except when you know I’m not okay, of course I’m going to lie to you and let you take the next step.
You can go to dinner, watch the episode of your favorite series while you clear the dishes from the table and take them to the kitchen, who knows, you may not be on time for your next date.
Don’t say empty words to me when you have nothing to say I won’t be mad to close my senses to the wind, to the sound of works mixed with that of children and birds that cut the silence of the early autumn afternoons. and extend through the spring.
In fact, when I say don’t tell me, I want to tell you that you can share with me whatever you want, but without flying over the horizon that remembers the present.
Then you will help me. I prefer to create a moment with you in which we have open communication to a dozen encounters with the two of us looking at the Moon.
In return, I propose that we relive that moment when we both looked up at the sky, lying down, thinking that it was a kind of very dark blue blanket, and that a mischievous child had made several holes through which the light passed.
(Write?) Shut up! Don’t tell me, because the moment you didn’t say much, you didn’t say anything (but at the time nothing scared you).