I once had friends that would guide me through the night and we saved each other from the scary parts of life.
But
Then
Life just happened
Came on a bit strong
to where we were left
searching for new friends
New guides
That we could help and they could save us from the scary side

So i found some new friends
And it was great
I had someone to help when life got rough
and i could help them too!
Although, i began to realize
when certain of my new friends were around
it became
harder to breathe
the air
seemed thinner
And they aura...
Different
They always needed something
I tried to help when i could
but
I cant save everyone by myself..
Sadly i had to learn that the hard way...
I still want to try

Each day a new part of what i had left
consumed

I tried to escape
but i was holding myself back
with guilt of not being able to help them
Maybe if i say the right words or give enough of my time and love
everything will be better, Right?

I gave in to it
Everyday more and more gone
i was running out of me
Running out of ways to keep me remotely okay

It couldnt give up
I need to save them
its my job

I cant help thinking though
Are they even trying to get out of the darkness?
Do they actually want to get out?
Or am i just wasting what little i have left