I try to help with people's problems. I really do. I try to keep their head above the water, keep them breathing just another minute before help arrives. I realise now that by holding them up I am pushing myself under. Water is flooding into my mouth, into my lungs and I can't breathe. I need to hold them up though. I need to save them. They have so much value, they are worth so much. If holding them above this awful water costs my life I will happily pay the price. Sometimes though I wonder if maybe we can both hold each other up, but that can't help me if I don't tell them. I can't tell them. They have enough trouble as it is. Sometimes I think they may not even care.
