They come to me seeking refuge
And I am their fortress
Wiping away Salty streams of tears
And oceans of sorrow deep enough to drown in
Yet, I insist on showing up every time
I am tattered myself
But leave it to me to take what little bullet riddled armor I have and to place it on them
Still bleeding from past traumas
I wish I could save myself and them...
But I'd rather save them
As I watch myself die
Maybe I'll be a good sacrifice
In my mind, at least I was worth something
Even if that something was empathy
Shared sorrow
Or shared space in the middle of someone else's darkness
