An Ode to Someone Who Saved Me + The Pillar That Was Never Meant for Me

Weekly Diary Entry

An Ode to Someone Who Saved Me

What a lovely person you are. You’ve been nothing but a source of comfort,

A pillar for me in this crushing world, in this crushing mind of mine.

You’ve done everything you could for the world, for others, for the small things.

You still have hope, you can still tolerate the alienation everyday existence imposes.

But—and I am sorry to say this—for all your efforts and warmth and kindness,

I cannot feel the same for this world: I can’t help but see it as undeserving.

I’m far more tragically sensitive, constantly overwhelmed by every single thing:

Too intense but reserved, too fluctuating—easily corruptible.

And if I were to wake up and realize that I am no longer me, that this face is not my own,

I don’t know what I would do to myself; I can’t tolerate these crushing realities the way you can.