Always guiding, always comforting, always giving, always loving.

But when's my turn? When could I be guided? When could I be comforted? When could I be given? When could I be loved?

Life's unfair; life's hard. Do I have to accept it like this? Or should I keep on asking for more? Am I selfish if I do? Am I too much to ask for more?

I can't keep living this lie. I can't keep on pretending that everything's alrightโ€”when it's truly not. It's overwhelming, tiring. Should I just let go and let the stream take me deep? Lots of questions, not many answers.

Silence all over the place, but why can't I find peace? Thoughts screaming, whispering, disturbing my sleep. I also need someone's shoulders to cry on. Just to release these floods of tears that I kept.

Don't I deserve to be seen? Don't I deserve to be held?ย 

Will it ever be my turn?