Here I lie in the cold Dark night, covered in your burdens, drowning in your pain that you so desperately wanted me to heal, to feel, to steal, so you could feel free from your own despair and although your misery is not mine to bare, I carried it with me, along with my own. Your demons latched onto me, they tried to drain every ounce of light from my being until I no longer wanted to be alive, yet I survived, as I always do. I will not fight your battles for you, for I have my own demons to fight, I have my own demons trying to dim out my light, trying to consume me and everything good that I am. I know in my heart of hearts there is good in your soul somewhere, you have to find it. You have let them swallow you whole, and you want me to cut you out of the bellies of your beasts but, when I tried to save you; you would not allow me. You needed an excuse to be cruel and spit hate from your foul mouth, so do not blame me for your weakness, for your failures, for your traumas and pain. I will not accept your burdens, for my own are much too heavy to carry. I will no longer accept your excuses. I will no longer enable you. You have to find a way out, you have to fight harder, you have to take accountability, you have to be wiser, stronger, braver, and more determined. You have to save yourself. Fix yourself. I cannot. I am trying to keep myself from drowning and I expect no one to save me. I am no super hero.
©meteorite
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