Oblivious

Oblivious as it is, never in my life having I said to anyone “I need you.” To belittle myself and put my standings in the mercy of others is contradicting to my beliefs. Once put in a position where my own two feet can no longer stand the weight put upon my shoulder a helping hand is gratifying. A hand to lift me up is the least of my needs. An open arm to hold me so I could be release from the weights for awhile is indeed wonderful. But all you could afford to give to me is a blissful feeling in the heart. Scratched by your words that meant so much now turn into ashes by your actions. Thank you for pushing me to the ground and stepping my head face down to earth. The taste of the soil ground although bitter it isn’t as bitter as what my heart had to taste. The scratches put upon my physical aren’t enough to remind me the painful truth of reality instead the sharp needles prickling my heart and soul paints a vivid picture of what is happening. You have indeed forgotten who I am …