What's wrong?

I don't think people understand that I really would like to know what is on their mind. I want to help. I would like to know, especially if it is in my family.
Is someone dying?
Is it Lee? Did he die?
Is it mom? Did they find another cancer tumor on her?
Is it you? Did you break up with your girlfriend?
Is it papi? Did something bad happen to him? Or was it good?

What happened in my family that caused tears in both my mom's and sister's eyes?
Can someone please tell me what happened?

Did Tiki get eaten or run over? Is she dead?


I ask questions because I hate being in the dark. I hate not knowing something. Even if you were going to ask me if I liked your blue tie, but then said, "Never mind." I would love to have an input. I would love to know that you're able to ask me questions or tell me when something is wrong. I need people to know that they can trust me with whatever they have to say. I need someone to know that if something is bothering them, they can say it to me and not bottle it up. I know how it feels when you don't want to talk to someone, afraid how they might handle it. Or afraid of the outcome.

I want everyone who knows me or is close to me that it's alright to talk. I don't want them to be in the dark, and I don't want to be put in the dark, without any light to guide me.


(Song: Nuvole Bianche)




I wish that someone out there would just trust me for once with their words.

❤