help get me out

some people can't be helped.

you get close
to

the pool of quicksand they are
stuck in,

struggling since childhood.

you throw them a rope,
but it's not enough.

they want you to come in
and help
drag them out. they want
to take
your hand,
and let you sink down with
them.

in the past you would.
you'd be

suckered in, being the empath
and person
that you are.

rescuing the wounded is
your mission in life,
it seems.
others in distress
breaks your heart,

but this time, you say no.
take the rope
and pull

your self out. I won't
go in, this is all on you.

not me, not ever again.