I shared with him that sometimes I just feel like a little child
that wants to be held for a few hours and rocked back and forth and told “Shhh, it's ok, everything’s going to be alright.”
and he said “Me too.”

"Everyone comes with their own pile of poop", she said.
"You just have to decide which pile you're willing to play in."

She kept spilling her guts all over the place
And wondered why she was waiting for someone else to clean them up.