Irony

I find it ironic that people will come to me with their problems

When I can’t even solve my own.

They come to me like I have all the answers,

Like a cheat sheet to this funny thing called life

And I guess the root problem comes from me always being there

‘If you ever need to talk, I’m here’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Are you okay?’

I care to much about people

Because I know what it is like to feel like

You have no worth in life

To feel like you are a waste of space

I find it ironic that people will come to me with their problems

When I can’t even solve my own.

I am not a psychiatrist or a therapist or a life coach

Please do not ask me what to do next

Because my answers more than likely are at the end of a bottle

Or the sharp side of a blade

I am not a coat rack to hang your problems on

Because I am already full of my own

I am not good at math

So please go solve your own problems

But if you ever need to talk,

I’m here

If you ever need help

I’m here

If you ever need a shoulder to cry on

I’m here

Do not abuse my wanting to help people

Because then there will be nothing left

I want to help you but if you constantly need help

I don’t know how to help

I am only one person

I am not a coat rack

Or a math problem

Or an answer book

I am only one person

But if you ever need to talk about something

I am here.