I looked into my eyes earlier tonight. Despite the pain and the uncertainty and the outright fear, there was care in them. For you. Because that was more important than any of it.

I looked into my eyes two minutes ago. They held something I don't think I've ever seen in them before. Steel.

I will take your problems, I will fix them as best I can. I will comfort you, I will tell you everything's okay. I will be there for you.

But when I'm not there for you ENOUGH, when it's not enough for me to fight past my problems to help with yours, well, it's all out the window. Fuck what you expected of me. I don't play to expectations. I'll give you what you want, what you need--everything you want, anything you need--not what you expect. That's not what I do, it's not what I'm supposed to do, it's not ME.

I tried. I really fucking tried. And when I couldn't do anything more I was CRYING. And you just kept tearing away, because I couldn't help but I could sure as hell be your punching bag. I'm shredded enough right now without your help.

I gave you everything I could, until you tried to take more than I had.