Like the desperation in your cry when I made that phone call. It replays over and over in my head like a broken record until I am literally sick to my stomach with sadness. Against all of my best efforts I just can't seem to shake off your brokeness. It clings to me like a small child terrified to let go. I would give every ounce of my being to turn back time and change your life. To find the moment where it all snapped. I would use every bit of my strength holding that moment together. I would exhaust myself stuffing your shattered spirit back inside of you. But I can't.
I can't go back.
I can't hold it all together.
I can't save you.