(confessions of an empath)

I gave my shoulder, beaten and bruised

With zero regard to whether or not I was being used

I gave you money that I really didn’t have

I’m just being honest, not asking for it back

I lost a lot of sleep that I already wasn’t getting

Parts of me died just to make sure that you were living

I refused the help I really needed for myself

Out of fear that I couldn’t be there to catch you if you fell

I tried to protect you with compassion and with grace

But even my best of intentions blew up in my face

If you don’t get better, its because I didn’t do enough

Because its my responsibility to save you, with love.

 

 

 

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