What would your body feel like if you held the weight of someones life? If you felt every ache they ached? What if you ached enough as it is? Where would your line be drawn?
I have enough aches. I cannot combat yours, while I stick out a measly arm to keep mine at bay. There is too much hurt that plagues this earth. I cannot be responsible.
I cannot hold your life in my hands. They are too small.
I don't deserve that responsibility.
That responsibility is yours, and yours alone.
I regret making that action seem acceptable.  
I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner that I was in shambles under the weight.
You didn't deserve that.
I can only hope that you have learned a lesson. It might be a harsh one, but everyone needs at least one heart-crushing reality check.
I wish no ill-will upon you.
But I wish you the weight of a rock bottom.
Quit pitying yourself.
You are better than that.
I promise.