Useless

I would like my words to be caresses, my sentences to be hugs, my paragraphs to be blankets in winter, and all of them together to create a dome of comfort and security for the people I love. But no, that never happens, my words are mere blowings in the wind, my sentences are branches on the road, too weak to hold on to, my paragraphs are old curtains and notes, too damaged to protect, and all that together, no matter how hard one tries, is useless.

I'm not good at giving advice, I know how to listen but I don't know how to express to the other person how their words make me feel. "I'm so sorry" “Everything will be fine” “I hope it will pass soon”, these are phrases that everyone can say, but how does the other person know that I'm really sorry? That it's not just a sentence, that I haven't just said it for the sake of saying it.

I feel like the only thing I'm good for is to make people happy and help them, but I can't even comfort my friends, and that makes me a useless bitch, because I can't achieve the one goal I have, the one thing I could achieve.