Sometimes we cant save someone.
As much as we want to.
Need to.
We can't.
Sometimes people are their own worst enemies.
Sometimes people simply cant get out of their own way.
Making excuses.
Not even realizing it.
And no matter what methods employed to aide, they are too committed to living on their own terms.
Blindly.
At their own cost.
Honestly, not giving a shit about how that makes anyone feel.
So you sit on the sidelines helpless.
Aching.
Wanting to call a time out, put another player in, but my God they won't budge.
Charting their own course, no matter the feelings or emotions of others.
Deafened by the noises of their so called "destiny."
Everyone and everything is disregarded.
All the while they are blissfully unaware of the pain being caused in the grand stands as we watch the horror unfold.
Everyone screaming a collective, "no!"
Only to watch them take it to the end zone with a spike.
Seeing that the depression had grabbed them by the throat.
At the end, wailing in horror.
Everyone crying in devastation.
No one able to stop the play.
We did everything we could, and then some, and failed.
We lost.
We lost it all.
So did they.
Lost time with family, friends, loved ones.
Leaving the ones who cared the most to mourn and grieve alone.
Backtracking.
To see what you could have changed.
Eventually realizing, nothing.
You did your best.
Tried your hardest.
But a speeding car can't be stopped with hugs and kisses.
And maybe coming to realize that hurts the most.
Love and logic wasn't enough.
In fact nothing was enough.
But I am.
I was.
I always will be.
So are you.
Xoxo,
C.
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