knotted

You stand there, all tied up with knots, you stand there hopeless, saying that you don't know what to say or to start, your whole life is knotted up with horrible knots.. and you want to reach for the scissors and end the string of events. You think the scissors are good for you and you push me away when you need a friend the most. I'm not offering a quick fix, or that it will get better soon, but I am willing to sit down and help you untie each knot. For as you look close at my hands.. you see each of my fingers is calloused and bruised from untying knots in my life.. you never know of who helps you with the knots in life... I never did.