to help, oh what a joy.

one, i want to help. but i think it's your approach. if only you don't portray yourself as one. afterall, i once went through what you did; enough to know how it feels. hang in there. so much has been said before, perceptions created and conclusions drawn.. but ultimately, i think you need it so much right now, more than ever. it's the deja vu that has hit me, and now i want to help you. tell me why.

two, i want to help. but i don't know how. you seem so secure yet.. is that a tear i spy? i can't lean onto you if you can't stand yourself. we barely know each other but i find comfort in your company. i seek solace where you are. unsure, we all are. i want you to know that just as you are there for me, so will i for you. and i can know i'm never lonely. it's such a surprise that you promised me such; that's the real thing that warmed my heart.

three, i want to help. but i don't dare. there's always this instinctive fear. why? say it's your lowest point only now, but i say "that's hard to believe". coincidence, you call it. but i think it's the truth. you must face this. for you know not that your mask is down. but dare i go further? things could be worse. i don't want to take this the wrong way. i've done enough.


maybe.
the five letters that can be so uncertain and deceptive. at times, probably even used as a tool such that we escape from our fears. we hide from reality and run from the truth. but it will continue to chase us, and win.


appease this painful memory;