I have made it my job to try and fix others mistakes.
To put the pieces back into place.
Yet the more I try, the more I destroy.
Relationships, emotions, trust.
All of it turns to ash when I try.
Why do I keep trying?
Is it hope? Desperation?
Maybe it's me lying to myself that I am good enough.
That I can help to put others back together
I just keep getting caught in a trap when I do something different.
Something selfish. Something I desire.
Maybe my desires mean nothing to the world...
Maybe...I'm not meant to fix it
Maybe I'm meant to be a slave to it