My Problem

I wish I could have stopped her,
But I couldn't.
I wish I had a time machine to go back in,
but they are all sold out.
I wish I could help her,
but she won't let me.
I wish I could tell her it's okay,
but then I would be lying.
I wish she wouldn't do this,
but she does.
I wish I wouldn't feel this way,
but I do.
So can you stop her?
No, no one can.
She doesn't care
that she hurts her and everyone around her.
I wish that I would've told someone,
but that was the past.
Months had gone by,
and she didn't tell anyone.
I wish she would have told me,
but she covered it up.
I couldn't help her...
but then why do I feel this bad?
Can you tell me?
No, no one can.
This is my problem.
Not yours.
So why do I blame myself
for her problems?
I feel like I carry my family's world on my shoulders.
Then they send ME to a counselor?
Why me?
Why does this happen to me?
Maybe because God wants me to live a horrible life.
Or maybe it's my fault -
like karma or something.
But still, I can't do anything.