Lilog224ever
Sometimes you try to help people until there's nothing left of you.
You give food, time, compassion - and still, they go right back to the same darkness.
This is a story told through real moments - a man digging through trash when food was already offered for free, another who gave nicotine to a child, and another who keeps falling asleep in the streets, sick and lost.
I've watched them fall apart in front of me.
I've tried to feed them, wake them, warn them - until I realized some people don't want saving.
This poem is about that breaking point - when trust finally gives up, when your heart goes numb, and when you start locking your doors not just to keep danger out, but to protect what's left of your peace.
It's not just a story about them.
It's about me too - about what happens when compassion turns into exhaustion,
when helping hurts, and when you finally understand that love without boundaries will destroy you.
Because you can't fix what won't face the truth.
And you can't save everyone.