They All Want To Know

They all want to know what they can do for me. They all want to know what they can bring me or what they can say to make this better. I wish I had an answer that somehow seemed like fulfilling my request would be enough. But the truth is that isn't possible. They all want to know what they can do for me and the answer is nothing. You can't hold me because I don't want to be touched. And you can't listen to me because I don't feel like saying much. You can't help me sleep because I don't like what I dream. You can't bring me food because it will go to waste because I won't eat. You can't tell me it's going to be okay because I won't believe it's true, at least not yet. I know they all mean well, and I value the intentions, it just isn't time for any of that yet.