"Help," she whispered.

I don't know what to feel. It seems so easy sometimes and when that period is gone, all I want to do is curl up into a ball and just break down.
Why is it that every time I am ready to let go, something happens that pulls me back in again?
Why?
Why can't just be happy like everybody else? When I choose to walk away, You give me another reason to stay.
It's not fair that I do. It's not fair that I listen to You. It's not fair that you suck me into this wild goose chase without me having any guarantees that in the end, I'll be alright.
It's not fair, but You're the only one I've got.