He put his life in my hands. So why does he expect me to let go?
I was given something to guard, but all I did was shake,
sob,
remember,
hyperventilate.
I'm no good at helping.
I cant stop him from slipping through my hands, even if I wanted to.
I wonder sometimes if I do want to save him.
I feel like I have to, but I'm so tired.
He can do it himself,
right?
