You need help

You need help, he needs help, she needs help. Hell, I need help. But the first step is recognizing that we need help. If there's no problem, then there'll never be a solution. I guess there are lines we do not cross. I'm one who acknowledges that there are no reason to why we feel a certain way. Many times I see the bad days and not the good, sometimes I can't see the meaning and I don't understand. But that's a part of me that I really hate, and I acknowledge that those are bad days, and that they do not define me. It's just becoming so toxic that sometimes I feel like walking away. At this point I guess all I can say is that I disagree but I still love you, I love you but you need help that I can't give you.