For as long as I can remember I have been drawn to the broken. The souls who have suffered from some form of pain. The ones who are convinced they are a lost cause. They can't find their place in this world no matter what they do. Everywhere they turn they are turned away. They are alone. They feel disconnected. Until they turn to me.

I am a tremendously empathetic and emotional being. I can feel your pain, your anger, your frustration, your guilt. Which leads me to believe I can help you. I can show you a different way. I can make you see how valuable you are and show you your potential. I will suffer to try to make you happy. But in the end the glow is slowly drawn from my soul as I attempt to give you life.

How could you turn on me while I’m trying to help you? How is my love and loyalty completely disregarded and suddenly you feel so much hate for me?

It has taken me YEARS to realize and believe that another human being’s internal chaos has nothing to do with me. A person who is fighting a battle within has no capacity for love and compassion. They need healing from a higher source.

I’m still working on my own heart and soul. I choose to no longer be a savior for the lost souls. I will pray for you and wish good things for you but from afar.

Because -

I Can’t Save You