That someday I’d be someone. Someday I’d help people. I guess I’m beginning to see that with my poems. A lot of people seem to relate to them. That’s cool. At least I’m not alone.
But it’s too bad, that every time, I fail to help myself. I’ve always been good at taking care of other people. I guess I had Kyle for that. Never been too good of taking care of myself. You kind of get to lose yourself in other people. I guess I’ve always liked that.
Lately, it seems, at least in the real world, all I seem to do is cause pain. Like right now, my friend Adam.. I just stopped talking to him. I felt so guilty. Now he keeps texting me.. Trying to see if I’m okay. I don’t have the heart to respond.. I feel like I’m breaking him. He’s already got so much to deal with..
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Personally I think compassion and helping others is what our purpose is here during the physical life.
Yet helping people can be a mental issue all to it own, called Co-Dependency, its a fine line.