MysticalXylophone

Have you ever stopped and wondered why? Not necessarily about anything in particular, but all you wanted was to know the answer why. The nagging in your soul that pulls at your seams until you feel like snapping would be your only escape? Do you ever just stop, and stare into infamy and cry about all you can't save, all you can't get, and all you couldn't stop? Do you know the feeling of want, the constant pull, until you scream, the run of dismay that eventually breaks you? Do you know how to stop the sob that slips through sealed lips as you plead for help, only to get disapproving looks for those you plead with? 
          	
          	
          	  What do you do to save someone else when you can't save yourself?

MysticalXylophone

Have you ever stopped and wondered why? Not necessarily about anything in particular, but all you wanted was to know the answer why. The nagging in your soul that pulls at your seams until you feel like snapping would be your only escape? Do you ever just stop, and stare into infamy and cry about all you can't save, all you can't get, and all you couldn't stop? Do you know the feeling of want, the constant pull, until you scream, the run of dismay that eventually breaks you? Do you know how to stop the sob that slips through sealed lips as you plead for help, only to get disapproving looks for those you plead with? 
          
          
            What do you do to save someone else when you can't save yourself?