You fell down.
I helped you.
It didn't matter,
that I dont know you.

Some days its good,
to know that people
are good inside.
That I am there.

I fell down.
No one came to help.
No one ever does.
It hurts so much.

Eventually I pick
myself up and go
about my day.
My spirit breaks.

I see another fall.
I look in their eyes.
Tears cascade down their face.
I pick them up and their spirit.

I fall again.
Again I am alone.
A pattern of pain,
I always feel.

Just once I'd like to be rescued;
to feel that someone cares for my being.
Every time though, I am left with the taste
of sadness and solitude in my mouth.

But i will not stop what I do;
I will help those until I can longer breathe.
For everyone deserves a reason in humanity to believe.