Firegirl
Lord of Altera
[Contains swearing. Just reflecting on my past-and hope people can relate. In case people are confused, this is a personal story about how I tried to help somebody, but due to their personaility, I couldn't.]
I sit, browsing through Skype as I scroll through unread messages, contacts of people I haven't talked to in a long time. Every name I pass, memories surface like a whale, large, and full of trouble. I stop on someone, a particular person, and frown.
"Dammit..." I sigh regretfully.
I still remember the day they told me about themselves. Their figure, their lifestyle, their home life. I remember wishing I could help, be there for them, cuddle them, sheild them from the ache's and pains of their life. I wish...I wish...
I wish I could have not been a disapointment.
But I soon figured they didn't want to be saved. And I grew less inclined to help them. Their toxic attitude and narrow feild of vision made it hard for me to help. I desperatly gobbled up the peices of them that where still a bright peice of themselves, and tried to tape them together. However, they had refused, and time and time again their toxicisty showed.
They was beyond my help. And they said even the doctors didn't work.
How do you fix a person so broken?
I sit, browsing through Skype as I scroll through unread messages, contacts of people I haven't talked to in a long time. Every name I pass, memories surface like a whale, large, and full of trouble. I stop on someone, a particular person, and frown.
"Dammit..." I sigh regretfully.
I still remember the day they told me about themselves. Their figure, their lifestyle, their home life. I remember wishing I could help, be there for them, cuddle them, sheild them from the ache's and pains of their life. I wish...I wish...
I wish I could have not been a disapointment.
But I soon figured they didn't want to be saved. And I grew less inclined to help them. Their toxic attitude and narrow feild of vision made it hard for me to help. I desperatly gobbled up the peices of them that where still a bright peice of themselves, and tried to tape them together. However, they had refused, and time and time again their toxicisty showed.
They was beyond my help. And they said even the doctors didn't work.
How do you fix a person so broken?